October 14, 2009
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There are dead
Flowers on the table.
Every petal brown with age
And lack of water.
Ever petal filled with
The life of my misery.

There’s a burnt out
Light bulb on the desk.
Singed out from the light
That used to be over
My head lighting my
Ideas. To write this

There are orange leaves
On the ground. With
Your footsteps on them.
And I pick one up. And
Sketch it in my brain. For
When I need you the most.

There’s a broken
Pencil on the floor of
The classroom where you
And I first saw who we really
Were. And decided we really
Liked each other. And you
Never picked it up. Because I
Never told you to.

There’s a broken
Heart in my chest. And
I know you can heal it.
He never could
Because he is nothing like

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zadiekatie23 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 15, 2011 at 9:53 pm
I like how it leads up to the importance of the certain someone, and I like how your mind travels over all of the things to remind you of that person. Thanks!
Inkspired said...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 3:15 pm
This is really deep! I love it, how you use the objects to describe your emotions! Great job!
~*The-Broken-Hearted-Girl*~ replied...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 6:16 pm
:) thank you inkspired!
kissingdawn331 said...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 10:33 am
wow i totally understand..im a fan of your work...you're AMAZING
~*The-Broken-Hearted-Girl*~ replied...
Oct. 26, 2009 at 6:16 pm
i've never had a fan.... hmm... lol jkjk. thank you kissingdawn331!
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