Bethany Maxwell Poems

Hear the child’s song,
As he sings his mournful cry to the skies above his head.
The only music in his words is the rain drops on the roof.
He watches with tears flowing down his cheeks,
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Growing up in this time,
So many things rushing around us,
We see things one should never see,
We hear what one should never hear.
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Smile,
Look at the sky,
Forget about everything and just,
Smile!
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Dreaming is like looking through glass,
So vivid,
So real.
Yet on the outside,
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Looking down on Serenity,
So quite in tranquility.
Eyes open wide,
Looking at me by her side,
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We’ve not know each other long,
But I feel our friendship grow strong.

It may have been a set up,
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Sing to me sweet melody,
Teach me what there is to learn,
I yearn for purpose to write my thoughtful word.
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Look at me,
who am I you say?
I am no one.
So are you
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The boy was a senior, she was a sophomore.
Who would've thought.

That time of year again,
You know the time.
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Three.Two.One.Gone.

All.
There is.
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