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Peyton Simon Poem
I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it be better,
If I didn’t stay?
I am a wallflower,
I’m stuck in one spot,
Yet despite my lush colors,
I wish I was not.
Copyright © Peyton Simon | Year Posted 2024
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Peyton Simon Poem
Red is beautiful.
Red can be as dark as violence,
And as light as love.
It can hold feelings of limerence,
That I am never sick of.
Red is the taste of crisp apples,
And the color of blood.
It is the aftermath of battles,
When the day is done.
Red is beautiful,
Red is wonderful.
But when the day is gone,
And when the day is dead,
We will never see it.
We never see red.
Copyright © Peyton Simon | Year Posted 2024
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