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You're not the only one.

Its, done, were gone
The ride lasted too long,
Im trapped, it seems,
Im just trying to move on.

My choice,
If I choose to go back into the past,
searching for,
those things that now, I can try to make last.

You're hurt, I understand,
And you think I'm just fine?
Your feelings were hurt I know,
but what about mine?

Fun, fun...
all fun and games...
until someone gets hurt,
the only thing left to do; run.

Ready yourself,
for cuts and tears,
this is what happens,
throughout the years.

Never seems to get better,
no smile upon my face,
I run as fast as I can to try to get there first,
but I always get last place.

Leave me alone,
set me down,
let me cry,
let me drown.

Be happy,
your infinite heart,
Mine?
It slowly broke apart.

We were,
we are not,
It doesn't matter,
what you thought.





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valleyg8r said...
Oct. 21, 2010 at 9:39 pm
I can certainly feel the angst in this poem.  It has a very genuine vibe.
 
kristen replied...
Oct. 21, 2010 at 10:10 pm
hey great job btw  cuz do u have the poem u wrote for grandmomys funeral  my mom wants a copy if it is okey
 
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