Unique To Kids
By Pierra C
Multi coloured strings always in my way,
Waiting to be made,
Waiting to be hung,
Long, thin,
Light like a feather,
Flexible like rubber,
Twisted like licorice,
Stretch it, lose its shape,
Not worth anything to adults,
Worth something to me,
Been in my life for a few months,
Never give it away,
Never lose it or my life wouldn't be occupied,
It's unique to kids and especially me.
