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Spark

Summer met Winter
On a breezy spring day.
A frigid stare warning was shot,
But he made the fearless decision to stay.

Dodging sarcastic comments
Like icy darts,
He held out his hand,
And he melted her heart.

His sun kissed lips
Made her weather fair
Like her season eclipsed
By his warm summer air.

Where he went
She always did follow,
Leaving behind frozen bits of her past
Until she felt something more than hollow.

The warmth of his skin
Made her want to break free;
To let go and give in
To what he knew her to be.
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I can't write about myself in third person, so let's make this an autobiography.I'm Rachel. I'm a nineteen year old college student. And, well, I'm pretty boring. I'm awkward, and I'm selfish. I'm both too serious and too whimsical. I'm hundreds of conflicts contained in a girl. I've only had one real love and I've been head over heels since I was fourteen (He's too stubborn to leave). Most things I write have a little of him between the lines. I'm trying to find my way through growing up and constantly fighting my instincts to pack up and runaway. I think too much and terrify myself. Life scares me and sometimes I forget to live. Insomnia and feeling lost led me here (it also led me to start blogging: http://growinguplostgirl.blogspot.com/)I'm here to grow so please critique anything and everything I post. The structure of my poems would probably give my old high school English teachers a heart attack. My punctuation, or lack there of, probably wouldn't make them feel any better. I get that people are very protective of their creations, but you can tear mine to shreds, as long as you respect the emotions behind them. Harsh criticism wont make me sob into a pillow, promise. more…

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