Crystal Midnight

Daddy,
No matter how old I get you will still be my Daddy.
The first man I ever loved and,
The one always made me smile and laugh,
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I wish I was a donut,
And got eaten everyday.
I could stick on someone’s fingers,
Squishy testy like cookie dough,
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A softball game,
With two 7th grade teams.
In a open grass field kids play,
In the hot sun.
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The sun is finally shining, warming my skin,
The horses are poking their heads out of the barn,
The snow has lifted, revealing green grass,
The ground still frozen, ice still on the pond,
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The night was cold,
But with bodies hot and roaring to go,
The skies black, filled with smoke and, lit with fireworks,
But not the ones you want to see.
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Shaking that blue eyed stranger’s hand,
Him asking what I am,

I am a person of morals,
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From every walk of life
One a child just wanting to play games
And making funny faces to make everyone laugh
One a young adult maybe of 20
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the alarm rings, the rooster crows
I wake up dreaming of you
yeah, this is how my day goes
in a locker deep inside of me
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good -bye my friend
I leave you this poem for at least some what of a closure
on are friendship a bond
that will last a life time and will live on forever
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The extremely painful slice
That cut away her last little piece of freedom
Her wings
Unable to fly her only other option is to fall
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I know that we are
Lab rats... Ginny pigs
We are people who are being tested
Experimented with
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You just don't relies how greatly I do care
Or maybe you do
I want to tell you things I shouldn't feel or that's what they say
I can bight my tongue
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You'll always be in my heart,
From now to eternity.
My thoughts will be on you.
Ever since I left I felt empty,
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Gagged sharp rocks that cut though flesh
Like razor blades cut though butter
Make up the stair case I climb up alone
By myself I try and try to get though the next agonizing step
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Lord please help me
My boat is so small
Your sea so big
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I look into the mirror and
Seeing not only a reflection of myself,
This world or the world daring me to enter
But the person I use to be
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as a teen of 19 sits on her bed
trying yet again to not to believe
that her older lover wasn't drinking again
but the bruises and cuts that lay on her body
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Anxiety running through my vines
Like in the colors of a chock rainbow
Being washed off the side walk
A little scared but not enough to show it
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I am 55 and a little crazy,
If I stand up to fast things become a little hazy.

I need another line,
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as the icy cold chill seems to jump down my spine
then yet up again back to my cooling heart that barley beats
no matter how hard I breath it stops for yet another second
or was that one two I cant tell any more
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