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You are poem

You are like a fluffy pillow that protects me while I sleep

You are like a cloud that Is made out of cotton candy 

You are like a fire that Is hotter than the sun

You are like a golden crystal that is brighter than a fire

You are like a Rottweiler charging down the street

You are poem

You are a shining torch
Shining to a path,
Like an angel.

You are a soft quilt
Protecting me while I sleep.

You are a giant staircase
Leading me to the heavens.

You are a lonely mountain
Waiting to be removed from this cruel world,

You are an umbrella
Protecting me from sadness,
Like God.

You are a star
Leading me to safety,
Like a lighthouse

You are October
With fear on peoples eyes,
and night sky above.

You are the taste of
A fresh apple that just fell of a tree,
Like a new human has been born.

You are a golden retriever
Rushing through cross hall lane,

You are a forgotten spirit
Left in the earth soul.

You are poem

You are a poodle
Trotting through the park,
Like a horse.

You are a light
Blinding people,
Like the sun.

You are the smell of of an orange
In the teachers pocket.

You are a coat
As wet as the grass after it has rained.

You are a rainbows end
Waiting for what will never come.

You are the impossibility of
Quite children,
A warm freezer,
Clean bin.

You are mud
Always smelling bad,
Like a skunk.

You are a bed
Always waiting to get made.

You are a number 6
With a snails back.

 You are a tissue
Lying around the house.

You are poem

You are as loud a chihuahua barking in the middle of thunderstorm in the middle of a night. 

You are like a bin in the middle of a theme park with food and drink in it.

You are a apple always getting eaten by teachers like children eating cotton candy.

You are as slippery as a slug in water wriggling about in the water

Like a baby trying to swim.

You are as  Red Devil haunting you

you sleep on Halloween at midnight.

You are poem

You are a cockerpoo
Springing through a garden 

You are a little tree
Swaying in the wind

You are a sly sneaky snake
Coiling around its dinner

You are a lightbulb
Lighting up my day

You are August
Covered head to toe with fiery leaves

You are a snow storm
 Coldhearted and evil

You are an Ocean
Sinking peoples ships.

You are poem

You are a space shuttle ready to take of to go to the moon 

You are a race car on the world record track beating to last world record.

You are a bug crawling tho the giant Leaf green looking grass.

You are a pice of snow falling into the north pole with millions of other snow falling with you.

You are a tree swaying in the wind a perfect tree with green leafs. 

You are a rainbow reflecting on some glass.

You are the weekend Saturday and Sunday  a day without work or school.

You are a ghost spooking anyone who happens to see you. You are a bug in the code ready to be fixed.

You are a monster scaring everyone in chorley.

You are a famous celebrity in a rich place in new york.

You are poem

You are a Bloodhound
Striding down Howarth road,
Shouting for your mum anxiously.

You are a jokey
Galloping around the paddock,
Like a furious bull.

You are a horse
Clipping and clopping over the towering tarmac,
Like a pig playing in the mud.

You are a Goblin
Steeling candy,
Breaking children’s hearts.

You are a umbrella
Always freezing cold,
Like ice cream that has just come out the freezer.

You are a bin
Always down cause you smell bad,
As if you are a skunk.

You are a beautiful butterfly
Elegantly fluttering round the earth,
Feeling like a ballerina.

You are a clock
Always getting a headache,
Like the teacher from all the children screaming.

You are a sick bucket
Always seeing children’s stinky vomit
Like a bucket of hell.

What are you?

You are a soft quill
Dancing in front of my vision,
Like a ballerina.

You are soft power of harmony
Echoing in my ear,
Whilst I sleep.

You are a seaweed plant
Trying to leave the endless depths of the sea,
Like leaves swaying in the wind.

You are a super Nova
Waiting for a reaction to set of.

You are the impossibility of
dead book,
a dry cloud,
a opened fist,
And a slow cheetah.

You are an ice statue
Trapped in your mind.

You are the girl who became
a fiery spirit,
And the boy who became
A dried water.

You are a star guiding me to safety
Like a lighthouse.

You are a boat
Lost in the your mind.

You are a mystery door
waiting to be opened

You are poem

You are a cat,
waiting to pounce,
watching and waiting.

You are the sound of,
an owl flying,
a silent whisper. 

You are the inspiration of,
an author,
a zap of of creativity.

You are a snail,
slowly slithering,
along your trail.

You are a voice,
showing the way,
like a shining light.

You are the imagination of,
a toddler,
a train to inspiration.

You are the eco,
a voice,
try find its way.

 You are a window,
crystal clear,
like a looking glass.

You are poem

 You are a pug running as fast as the wind

You are a pug spinning in a Loop  Hole 

You are February without the coronavirus 

You are The number 10 without the double digits

You are December with frozen cars

You are a storm without the lightning

you are Charlie without the chocolate factory

You are the roof with out the house 

You are the gas about the car

You are the snowman without the carrot nose