• I am from the fae,
    imagination running wild.
    I am the stories grandma told
    when I was still a child.
    I am from the apple tree,
    A friend away from snow.
    I am from a sunny place,
    where I'm content to grow.
    I am from barn parties,
    and a creepy farm house.
    spider infested fernurture,
    and an old pull out couch.
    I am black eyeliner,
    smeared across your face.
    I am a teenaged accident,
    who's always had a place.