Talisha Hetrick Poems

When god calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps god tires of calling the aged to his fold, so he picks a little rose bud before it can grow old.
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Forever in your heart when you speak of me,
Speak not with tears.
For thoughts of me should not be sad.
Let memories of the time we shared give you comfort.
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I trusted her,
Her words were so soft and so calm,
With no lies hidden beneath the sweet syllables.
Honesty was a big problem with us,
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She tells me to can it
She tells me I'm stupid
He tells me I'm worthless
He tells me I'm fat
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I am locked away,
In the center of my heart,
Or in the center of my soul.
No one can hear me,
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I'll preted you didn't see me looking at you too.
I'll pretend you'll always like me and I'll pretend I'll never like you.
I'll pretend when you're around me,
All I want is friends.
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They call you death.
Death, like you're some kind of disease;
A weeper, a deciever, a dirty habit not yet kicked.
Is there nothing out there better for you, grander for you,
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So many people wish they have it all...
So they just pretend.
They minipulate their parents to make them get anything they want.
But in the end what do they truly have?
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'Friendship Lasts Forever.' is what people say.
I used to believe them, but not anymore.
Now I realize as time goes by that the bestest friends you've ever had are the first that you let go.
It doesn't seem fair, but nothing ever is.
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I tried to tell you that he isn't right for you,
I tried to warn you.
You're not yourself anymore.
You are out partying and skipping school, all for what...him?
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