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12 o'clock Midnight

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I feel like this is the end of something.
Like tonight, at 12 o' clock Midnight a line will form-a barrier if you may-to seperate the now, from what is yet to come.
I have been waiting for my prince.
my knight in shining armor.
To take me away on his white horse. He came, but not to make my dreams come true...
Things like that only happen in fairy tales.
But I still hoped.
That was...until the clouds came.
Dark gray clouds of sorrow.
The clouds came and pured, not on my parade-for I have nothing to celebrate about-but on the cement.
Clear puddles of water were all around me-as far as the eye could see.
But all of that rain is meaningless.
It is just there to cover up...possibly wash away everything.
So that I can start fresh...
with new hopes.
But I still remember.
All that has happened.
Because the rain cannot possibly...fix my broken heart.
Or change my mind about what will happen
tonight,
at 12 o' clock Midnight.





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Hey Gabby! said...
Jan. 8, 2009 at 3:20 am
hey honey its me yo best friend Gabby! dude i seriously loved your poem!! hahahahaha...wait till you get famous for this poem....man i better get a free autograph!(:
 
Nayr said...
Jan. 2, 2009 at 9:47 pm
Hey i really like you poem its really good.
 
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