The Green Page of Poetry

Trapped in this world
I ponder on
Thinking thoughts
Someone else has put in my head

The tundra cunsumes all
It there a way out?
Will I ever know?
In this cold tundra,
I am lost.

Good-bye
This is the part I hate the most.
I try not to cry as he says good-bye,
Then everything changes to old.
Tears stream down my face;
We both stand still,
staring deep into one another's eyes,
not moving from where we stand.
Then he bends, gently touching my lips with his own,
He kisses the tears from my pale cheek.
I close my eyes, not wanting him to see the pain
he is causing me.

I thought it would be easy, saying good-bye to him.
I didn't know it would be the worst pain of my life.
Maybe I'm still too young or just too soft-hearted.
Does everyone know this feeling this strange pain in my heart?
The hurt of good-bye and the loss of a dream.