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"My name is Alyssa, and I'm from Houston, Texas. I've been writing poems and the like since I was 8; I am now 16. I like writing about things or times that I love or about people I love. I really like the color pink. I always thought my favorite color was blue but, nope, it's pink. Yellow is a close second though. I'm currently a Junior in high school. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I graduate, but I think I want to something with either science or writing. I love summer it's the best time of year even if it's hot as hell here I love it."
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Instagram: @_alyssavictoria + @theart_trap |
The Early Hours
I am sitting on the counter in my kitchen, hair still wet from my shower; the waves form and fall down my back.
It is the first day of something new.
I feel myself smile as the golden light spills through the windows.
The early hours are big breakfasts, Dad, stop cooking the eggs in coconut oil, it’s weird
The early hours are swallowing a million vitamins for the things I lack, memories of what I did; it doesn’t matter that much anyways, anymore.
The early hours are telling my mom what he did the other day, putting the pinkest blush on my cheeks.
I love the way I loved him.
The early hours come to their end; things begin to pick up.
But I am still sitting on the counter in my kitchen; my hair is not as wet; the waves a bit more wavy; it is the first day of something new, and I pray I get more like it.