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| Last Updated: March 12th, 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||
| It's become way too surreal All this pain you make me feel Can't you put back the normalcy Of what was once called "you and me?" -- To a friend that I thought I once knew. |
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| Everyone could see her attempts at perfection But all of her tears went without detection She tries to be the best of them all But she's slowly, painfully starting to fall. |
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| I'm constantly watched by your vigilant eyes But you never hear my desperate cries You're just waiting for me to fall But soon I'll rise above it all You searched my surface for a single flaw But perfection was the only thing you saw On the inside everything's a mess You could find some things I'd never confess You'd see a girl who's about to die But she just wants to spread her wings and fly. |
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| I didn't mean what I said Now these thoughts are running through my head I miss seeing your name with mine And ever since we broke up I've been the farthest thing from fine I've been holding on for so long But now that you're gone I'm no longer strong Now there's only one thing I need to say I want you back 'cause nothing's okay. |
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| She kept it all bottled up inside Thought no one heard her when she cried She would lay in her bed and stare at her walls Trying to keep her head held high when it was about to fall Everyone would try to break her down And they'd turn her smile into a frown It took a while, but in the end She found someone she could call a true friend He liked her for the person who she was And managed to see past all the flaws He always tells her to "move along!" And it reminds her that one day she'll be strong For now she's still trying to heal the scars But she's going to smile as bright as the stars He seems to know just what she'll do -- "Move along, move along just to make it through!" -- To Bobby, my best guy friend in the entire world, the only person who's truly been there for me at all times, no matter what. And, yes, he's read this poem before. :-) |
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| Narrative Poem 1: Written for Mrs. Jag's 8th Grade Lit Class Over 2006 Summer Vacation. This is the first one I wrote, unedited, and I didn't hand it in. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Narrative Poem 2: Written for Mrs. Jag's 8th Grade Lit Class Over 2006 Summer Vacation | ||||||||||||||||||||