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#1331voted by our readers
By Roselynne GOLD
Hillsboro, Oregon

I look in his eyes but they don't see me The only thing they will ever see is she I look at him and hope that he will see that we we were the ones who were meant to b...
Roselynne GOLD, Hillsboro, Oregon
11 articles 0 photos 23 comments

Favorite Quote:
No matter where you are in the world, you are always looking at the same stars as someone else.


#1332 Poetry
By VisionTru PLATINUM
Rochester, New York
VisionTru PLATINUM, Rochester, New York
41 articles 6 photos 28 comments
#1333 Poetry
By WynterPage95 ELITE
Monticello, Arkansas
WynterPage95 ELITE, Monticello, Arkansas
164 articles 8 photos 76 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It's better to burn out than to fade away..." -Kurt Cobain

#1334 Poetry
By milo_stephenson BRONZE
Fowler, Michigan
milo_stephenson BRONZE, Fowler, Michigan
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
:)

#1335 Poetry
By Arwen0 PLATINUM
Melbourne, Other
Arwen0 PLATINUM, Melbourne, Other
31 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
'If you live till your a hundred, then I hope I live till I'm a hundred minus one day. That way, I'll never have to live without you.' Winnie the Pooh to Piglet.

#1336 Poetry
By 73582flightlessbird SILVER
Paramount, California
73582flightlessbird SILVER, Paramount, California
7 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#1337 Poetry
By vmora BRONZE
Metairie, Louisiana
vmora BRONZE, Metairie, Louisiana
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#1338 Poetry
By Tessa073 SILVER
Deerfield, New Hampshire
Tessa073 SILVER, Deerfield, New Hampshire
8 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#1339 Poetry
By Annon BRONZE
Fairview Heights, Illinois
Annon BRONZE, Fairview Heights, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
What's the difference between a 3-week old puppy and a sportswriter? In six weeks the puppy will stop whining." - Mike Ditka

#1340 Poetry
RedRosePoet GOLD, Fort Myers, Florida
17 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
Poetry is like a red rose: beautiful and dangerous