Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

It's Mine

I pick up my heart
Broken and cold
And cradle it tightly
As it's love unfolds

I pick up my smile
And hug it close
I whisper to it quietly
'I missed you the most'

I pick up my spirit
And pet it gently
Its warm and amazing
'Did you miss me?'

Finally, I pick up myself
Its dirty, but yet alive
I gaze at it longly
And realize that it's mine



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback