Your Life

January 6, 2011
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Not only do I miss your smile,
The shining in your eyes.
But the way you used to look at me,
And the way we would spend our time.

The way our lives would interact,
The way our lives would intertwine,
The way our thoughts would just connect,
Then you say, "put your hands inside of mine."

But do I miss the shatter,
Of my delicate, glass, heart?
For when i fell for the deciever,
Who tore my life apart.

But now I realize,
I am not lost inside your eyes.
Now, I realize,
I am now found; stuck,
Inside the hell you call your life.





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KerryTheBoss said...
Jun. 3, 2011 at 11:31 am
Completly agree with Jenny123, third stanza tells the truth about most relationships for teens and young adults. This poem is pretty good!
 
Jenny123 said...
Jun. 3, 2011 at 11:29 am
Really good, I like the third stanza best; it really describes the turning point in most teen relationships. It speaks!
 
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