Gabriella Grace Poems

Let them be as flowers
always watered, fed, guarded, admired,
but harnessed to a pot of dirt.
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I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
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The window to the soul.
They say everthing
without saying a word at all.
They leave you blind
or let you see too much.
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Love is like a rose blossoming over time

If it is rushed to bring it's beauty
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I seem to be a child stuck in old ways
But really I am a growing girl going threw a phase
I seem to be seem to be a careless teen ruled by emtion
But really I am under the spell of a cruel love potion
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They are the short stories of the flesh,
can envoke the entire event
in a moment-the action, the scent
and sound-place you there a second time.
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