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I look up at the cieling

In it swim faces of

All the people that I last loved

And hated.

I see my sister taking me to the playground.

I see my teacher yelling at me and telling me to shut up

I see couples hugging

And girls giggling

I see birthday baloons at my 4th grade party

I see a group of kids

Picking on the short kid

I see a caramel-haired boy with hazel eyes

And a sad first kiss.

It was dark coming back from the campfire

I try to kiss his cheek

But can not reach.

I stand on my toes, trying not to cry,

But then he leans down and kisses my forehead.



I smile.

Then I blink,

And realize that I'm still staring

At the dull white ceiling



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Chloe A. said...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 11:01 pm:
This poem was simple and yet it showed a whole life, in one short poem, your creativity was amazing and I loved this poem. Never stop writing
 
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