Sydne Morris Poems

I never do what you say
but in the end
the scars are my pay
I thought you were my friend
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Time you get
Your head out of dreamland
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I am a summer girl
flip flops
tank tops
and short shorts
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You would think we are just friends
but your hands keep touching mine
when will this confusion stop
while we still smile those fake expressions
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I cry in my sleep
because I feel so alone
having cerebral palsy is my curse
I mean I have friends who support me
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He was human
trying to love
a girl who
didn't deserve
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I miss your laugh ‘
I miss your corny jokes
I miss your baggy clothes
And your hugs full of old spice
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In the old hallways
you and I use to walk together
holding hands and listen to music
ignoring the gawking stares
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There is a place
where trees grow freely
by this small narrow path
of a never-dead river
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My 9th grade year
is rushing past me
leaving me dizzy and confused
but I don't give a damn
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