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All this wasted paper floating in my face.
I was hoping to be important,
Like it would matter anyway.
trying to create an alternate reality in which we could live.
You would sing to me everyday.

If the flowers could smell they would want your perfume.
If my legs had the chance, they would ask you to dance
On a stage made of glass,
Oh, if they had they chance.

Escape the cascading emotions of late.
Intrigued by emotions,
The lovingness in hate.
Put down the foundation you build on your face.
You color my world and give me a taste
of a life worth investigating.





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TayMar This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 4, 2009 at 5:46 pm
i like this poem because even though it seems personal to your life the emotions and the descriptions are so rich that i can easily parallel them to myself... also i only got the first part of the comment you left on my article and i really wanted to read your critique. maybe you could resend it? thanks!
 
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