Kaleidoscope
My life was like a kaleidoscope.
My hand gripped your's as we walked through the art fair that late May day.
Together.
Just like the pieces of the kaleidoscope.
I picked one up, put it to my eye, and saw an array of colors:
they were wonderfully bright, just like that late May day.
I miss that array of colors lighting up my life.
I miss you driving to my house to bring me my favorite flowers.
I miss your charm and charisma that never failed to make me laugh.
When it comes to you, my words aren't enough.
Because my words can't fully express the beauty of a kaleidoscope.
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Hello, my name is Jillian. I am 16 years old, I am a Junior in high school, and I attend an All-Girls Catholic school. I've never been much of a reader, but writing is my escape. When it comes to my poetry and writing, I can be pretty shy. When I get on stage, though, I'm a whole different person. I dream of going to a school in Chicago, preferably Loyola or DePaul. I like to explore new places; I am a natural born traveler.
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