December 22, 2012
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my bed is too soft
my clothes are too warm
is it You who gave them to me
and You, i run from

my house is too big
the rooms are too clean
is it You who made it possible
and You, i don't feel

my fridge is too full
my plate is too cramped
is it You who filled it
and You, i never thanked

my life is too colored
my pains are too less
is it You who is responsible
and You, that i forget

my demands are too many
yet my heart does implore
You return it with nothing less
but always with more

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Serena_the_Squid said...
Dec. 31, 2012 at 8:49 pm
Well I just read all your work, and am really amazed. Thank you for sharing your gift of writing with us! :D
Serena_the_Squid said...
Dec. 27, 2012 at 11:19 pm
I really liked this poem. The rhythm, the ending. I've read it a few times and it just feels smooth and easy to read, very pleasing to the ears. I  especially love the subject and the title. Is it God you are talking about? Anyway, I really like it.
fxxxx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 31, 2012 at 10:07 am
yes its about that :)
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