Reid@YWP

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried

Chapter 1: A Reaper Guiding a Dead Soul

-Zeph-

He waits each year

For that one week of the summer

Where he can feel free

And finally be himself 

Kin among kin

Finding safety in their differences 

He watches the young ones

What is a true friend? What qualities make a true friend? What makes your friends so special? Are you a good friend? 

I look at the empty kiddie pool in my backyard

In the Midwest summer

My friends used to come to my house

So they could all get in it,

But they don’t like to swim much anymore