A Dream Within A Dream This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

December 19, 2012
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I remember her.
She was small, delicate.
She had a smile that could light up this whole town.
I don't think anyone ever really tried to
talk to her.
Or get to know her.
But, I did.
I saw her, she was walking.
Humming oh so gracefully to the song
she was listening to.
The headphones in, the world out.
I stopped her, smile and asked her how
she doing.
She took out her headphones, smiled and replied with a simple “fine.”
The more I looked, her eyes said differently.
We walked in unison for awhile.
As she talked about all her favorite songs,
I would watch her tongue dance and swirl with every word that came out of her mouth.
Her piercing green eyes showing a
small sadness.
But every once in awhile, she'd smile a
real smile.
That gave me a funny feeling inside.
When she'd play with her hair, sometimes her sleeves would roll up.
I noticed the scars.
And that made my heart sink to know she was in the much pain.
I wanted to kiss her scars but I didn't
want to hurt her.
She was too fragile.
She's why I believe in love.
Why I believe in everything.
She's my heart,
my love,
my life.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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