Poems from Flava Ava
Just a 15-year-old with notebook and a pencil. Critiques are always welcomed and greatly appreciated!
I’m from water balloons in the summer and snowballs in the winter,
From running in the wet grass that smells like rain
And filling up...
I look forward to
The long summer nights,
When we’ll laugh until we’re gasping for air,
When we’ll run through the grass pelting each other...
I see you on every fuzzy border and margin,
In every memory and sentiment.
Sometimes you bleed in like a watery cloud of steam on the glass...