Teen Ink you are an enlightening feast for boredom ridden minds.
A diamond in a rough of bland, sleep inducing magazines.
You are like a ripe golden apple. Sweet, tangy, and always satisfying.
My eyes delight in your unique, spellbinding art.
Your words inspire.
They ignite a passion for creativity that exhibits endless possibilities.
I laugh at a silly poem.
I cry after a heartfelt story about the life of a loved one.
Bittersweet some might say.
But, oh! Teen Ink you give me joy! Such great joy!
And I fear that if your artistic sanity ceases to fill my awaiting arms, I shall surely be that of a wilted flower.