Alyssa Marquardt

Alyssa
Determined, Caring, Clumsy
Best Friend of Sarah Corcoran.
Lover of poetry, music and running
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The water chills my legs and feet.
But Papa's hand fills my heart with heat.
The waters are scary and swifted,
but Papa's hand keeps me lifted.
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I am not perfect.
I am just me.

I smile when I'm sad.
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You are like the glowing moon,
That guides the traveler on it’s way.
You works with the light of day.
And when the sun shines bright on me,
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I am helplessly stuck,
stuck in a world of two five year old kids.
One little girl and one little boy
They lived together and shared their toys.
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The wind blows away the dust.
Such like it does with lust.
But love is more than the dust that lays,
it is a feeling that forever stays.
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It kills me to hear you say
That war is just a foolish game
That men and women dare to play
Well I'd like to see you last one day
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It's my way or your way, no in between
Would it be a living hell if we could agree to disagree?
Would it be so bad if everyone had a right to their own belief?
Just tell me this:
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I dont want to know.
I dont want to go.
I've heard this story too many times.
I sit and laugh and drink my wine.
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I wish we could all
Agree to disagree.
Accept the things that our hearts can't see.
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I grab the rope and lean back far.
Swinging back and forth slowly
I am the pendulum of my grandfather's clock.
I look around at the scene of my block.
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Jogging down an open road
Don’t know where I will go.
Thinking about many things
Ignoring the tears my thoughts bring.
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The simple girl with complex thoughts.
Overwhelming her inside.

The girl that chooses insecurity
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There's a reason they call it fatalities,
and casualities.
But such a God as Fate would never agree
with the sick abuse of the word casual.
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Maybe someday soon
There will be room
In my heart
for a brand new start
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Thick white feathers,
Soaring by,
Flying high-
In the clear blue sky.
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Light flashes quickly.
Past this pitch black scene.
Another day has passed,
Another night of pure demean.
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You make me cry every once in a whille
And it seems as if you hate me
But then you flash that crooked smile
And my heart melts again
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Sorrow-
the drug that I have found.

You can get it on every street corner.
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