August 29, 2011
By , Layton, UT
It might be cliché to admit,
But I’m just another girl writing another line.
I’m just a step away from the edge,
I’m in a bulletproof vest, just to see who’ll shoot.

She writes so large and she is so happy,
I’m looking at her from a telescope,
And I see her name, larger than the rest,
That sweet girl, Brighton Ketts.

Alliteration (that’s my name) Allusion (that’s the Bible)
Symbolism (that’s Brighton, even her name is sunny)
Irony (that’s Paula, teaching us about juxtaposition.)
She sits next to me, but she’s so far away.

Is it possible that I can be that happy?
Is there a way?
Teach me Paula, that’s the lesson I need,
Teach me to be okay.

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VioletHourWaltz said...
Sept. 19, 2011 at 11:37 pm
Nicely put. It's a phase of emotions I believe we all go through, myself included. 
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