Let Go

July 11, 2009
By Maura Zindler SILVER, Glen Ellyn, Illinois
Maura Zindler SILVER, Glen Ellyn, Illinois
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A deep red rose pushing through The cracks of the,
My love had been,
That out of place,
Chalk rubbed on your fingers,
The scratching of styrofoam,
My love had been that wrong,
Hidden from the world,
The things I felt had seemed right,
But now I must weed the city sidewalk,
And kill the rose myself.

The author's comments:
This is a very personal poem, and I wrote with a short, almost awkward rythym to explain the beatings of my heart.

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