Everything

June 10, 2011
By Yessy BRONZE, New York, New York
Yessy BRONZE, New York, New York
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I am a kite cast away in a rainstorm

You once held my string

I am a painting

Without color

I used to watch the sun rise in your eyes

I am a runner

Without legs

You once gave me wings

I am a puppy without its mom

Whimpering

When you held me close

I felt safe

I'm a trick-or-treater

With a hallow bag

I used to savor your kisses

You are my everything.



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