Brittanie Thornton Poems

The sand on the beach never looks the same,
No matter where you stand something always has to change
Why does life have to be so difficult?
Not always do things have to change,
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This is real; he is real, very tangible,
I can see his eyes inside my head, a blue green swirl
I have to touch his hair, his skin,
I feel his breath blow across my face.
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While watching the rainfall,
The little birds fled to their nests,
Leaves fell forced by the strong cold wind,
Lighting struck, thunder followed with a loud roar
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Because of the way you looked at me,
Because of the way you cared,
Because of the way you kissed me softly.
Because of the way I fell,
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Dreaming of...
Dreaming of...
Dreaming of...
Being with you
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Touch of you fingers against my skin,
Dancing with my heart,
Flip the hair out of your eye,
You make my breath stop,
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Sadness lined the wrinkles of a father,
His head hung low as he stood with his family waiting to see Santa.
His heart sank as he listened to his children whisper their Christmas wishes,
Knowing full well that they would not receive what they wanted from Santa
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I am the smile that shines on a young face
I am the laugh that echoes through your ears
I am the blood pulsing through your veins,
I am the first kiss you receive
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Writing is the only way to save you.
Its the only way to pumb blood back into your viens and
make your heart remember how to beat.
I give you a pen and you learn how to save yourself,
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I'm shaken and I'm scared,
Always lost on the way,
Traveling down the wrong yellow brick road,
Pushed of the cold forbidden bridge,
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