Waiting

April 29, 2010
By Cecilia Villacis PLATINUM, Mountain View, California
Cecilia Villacis PLATINUM, Mountain View, California
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The poetry is just flowing out of my head.
It just comes gushing free, and laying
Out in the heat
To dry on the pages,
And on the pages,
They look a lie.
I’m crashing up,
You’re mending down,
And not fast enough,
And while I crash,
Maybe the worlds will be made read,
And the words will be set free,
So maybe these pages will mean more,
Than idleness.

The author's comments:
I was writing, and then I stopped, and wrote this. I got an F on that essay. I left it only half done.

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