By: Jacob La Mar
The Innocence,
With eyes like mine,
Hair Like mine,
Character divine.
A smile like a hurricane,
Striking again,
Again and again,
Propelling the wind.
Eyes like a magnet,
Pushing pulling,
Pulling, Pulling,
Always consoling.
Freckles like rain,
Dripping, Dropping
Still dropping,
Never stopping.
Feelings like a rapid,
Spinning round,
Around and around,
Drowning out sound.
Spraying water like tears,
Falling rain,
Rain, pain,
Just to go round again.
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