Observing Death

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One girl is crying
The other is not
She just sits there
Trying to calm her
But she’s stuck
She doesn’t know what to say
Trying to say something
Anything to soothe her
But oh so gently
To make her feel apart of the world again

She’s observing the girl who’s crying
How her hands are over her face
Just like the glass of a light bulb
How her heart
Is as breakable as the shell of an egg
She observed how the grass swayed
Like ballroom dancers in perfect rhythm
She watches the sun move
Choosing where to shine
As it plays peek-a-boo through the trees
Now no one is crying
Because love is like a carousel
Going round and round
Infinite and free





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Nevada said...
Apr. 17, 2010 at 4:44 pm
Love, its a mysterious feeling
 
ZebraWithoutStripes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 16, 2010 at 10:37 pm

i love how honest this is. and the last line is amazing. :) keep writing!

p.s. thanks for commenting on my work

 
pepsilover replied...
Apr. 17, 2010 at 4:08 pm
no problem u2
 
Powd3er said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 2:37 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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