Missing the Mark

She tumbles through this field so golden,
Made of midnights and sunsets
And of teardrops stolen.
Yet instead of grasping beauty
In the eye of the storm,
She's entangled and ripped in this
Garden of thorns.





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thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 28, 2010 at 3:16 pm
you're a GREAT writer. great job on this!!
 
LaurenJane replied...
Aug. 30, 2010 at 8:16 pm
thanks for reviewing my work! I really appreciate your input =)
 
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