Brittney Walsh Poems

Why does it have to be us,
and be this way?
When we talk, it turns into a fuss,
like a storm that can't stay at bay.
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Time goes on and on
but memories last forever
there are some good and bad
but will you forget them? never!
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Bring on the summer time,
those hot but fun days.
Where we party all night,
sleep all day.
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Falling fast asleep zzzz...
Floating on my dreams like a cloud
of never ending dreams.
Where hurt is not oloud.
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Your feet like roots,
planted to the floor.
Your fear hugs you close
so you can not move.
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