Warmth on my hands
Cold fingertips melt away
I am reminded of small love
So I laugh at your word play
But nothing is meant to last
Not forever at least
So I forget
That milks spoils
Sour in taste
It wasn’t the toothpaste
That made it this way
Sometimes things need to end
And the best I could’ve done
Was dump the milk away
Though I miss a chance
It will come again
Through an unexpected way
Because you will be here to stay
Always
about the author
Aerin Haro is a proud senior at Miramonte High School. Currently residing in
Walnut Creek, she has a love and passion for creative writing, journalism, and
recently has been attempting poetry. She has also been producing artwork of
colorful characters for 8 years now to accompany the stories she writes. In her
free time, she practices piano, dance, and martial arts.
