Nice To Finally Meet You

July 29, 2010
Here we are face to face,
how dare you
call me a disgrace?
years in the making and I am
not what you want to see.
A rose, I brought you a rose.
It's beautiful, right?
yet-not the beauty you chose.
years in the making and I am
not what you wish to be.
Fruit, only the finest,
It's the best I could find.
but you sir, are not the kindest
sixteen years in the making and I
only wish to flee.
Here we are face to face,
my future am I a disgrace?
for years I've been hoping
to be
nothing of the sort.





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thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 7:33 pm

i really like the meaning of this poem. you captured it really well through your fantastic word choice. i was hooked from the first word to the very last!

check out some of my work, too if you'd like. great job on this piece! keep writing!!(:

 
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