My Quirks Poem by Michelle Dominique Augustyn

I fear things not meant to be feared
I mirror things I do not comprehend, mirrored
You drive me to think of qualities I obtained
You stop me from becoming coldly stained
I hope for future peace and pride
I discourage the future destruction to hide
You remind me of how human I am
You make me forget my plan
I feel free when I hear you
I taste the coldness when I come to
You are just out of my reach
You have the power to preach
I must let go
You must let go

We must be we
Us, we can become 2 together
Summer might be the answer
Rushing things could be the cancer
Time keeps us flowing
So let's keep growing
And take a while
Away a couple miles
Good could come
You and I could be one
We is to be
We'll wait and see

May 31st,2010