Who am I?

I’m the little boy, standing at the edge of a cliff

Screaming at the top of his lungs in ecstasy.

I’m the old man, sitting near the window

Waiting for someone to wave at him.

I’m the puppy that wags its tail, and licks your hand

Following you home.

I’m the florist, delivering flowers

Spreading smiles on everyone’s faces.

I’m the girl, sitting there all by herself

With a book in her hand, and a smile on her face.

I’m the sun that sets, bathing everyone

In it’s orange glow, as they look up in awe.

I’m the moon, that comes peeking out at night

And disappears at the light of dawn.

I’m the stars that shine, only in the darkness

In the velvety night sky.

I’m the book you love, the one

You read over and over again.

I’m the creases in the corners of your eyes,

I’m the wrinkles on your skin.

I’m the dust that settles in your shelves,

The dimples on your cheek.

I’m the rain on a sunny day, and

The rainbow that comes after it.

I’m the wide grin on a child’s face, and

I’m the feeling of falling in love.

I’m the bird, that soars high in the sky

As high as I can go.

I’m the sunshine, and the dark sky.

I’m life, and death, and everything in between.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

100 thoughts on “Who am I?

  1. To be honest, I often get bored when a poem is too long (sorry!) but when it is really good like yours, I always make it to the end!!!

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    1. Thank you, Andrew. (I read some where that that was your name, hope I’m right.) I just write whatever comes to my mind. 🙂 I’m really happy with all your compliments, because initially I thought I could never write poetry. Then, I wrote one, and my friends really liked it, so I started writing more. So, your compliments mean a lot to me. 🙂

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