This is a poem I wrote because I was bored one day. So, yeah.
Bracken is so prickly
A stone is so smooth
There is only one
You have to choose
A needle is so sharp
A blanket is so soft
You can’t find me
You are so lost
Sandpaper hurts
A rose smells so sweet
We’re playing a game
And you’re getting beat
A cut stings
A snowflake falls
You look around
When I call
A scrape bleeds
A star shines
My whisper calls you
And you look behind
A frozen lake is thin
And the breeze is blowing
I walk away
And you don’t know were I am going
1-23-09
Rayne
