Franchesca Mia Tortoza Poems

Why, in the first place, do I write poetry?
Couldn't I simply write a song, or even a story?
Why not write a news article, maybe an informative essay?
Why not write a fairytale that could make someone's day?
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'I watched from afar as you held her hand,
As a true smile, your face finally had,
Your story of love, truly ever grand,
One I read with my heart blue and sad.
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Beauty is everything to everyone,
Something worth beholding, a work of art,
Worth even more than friendship, even fun,
Able to touch even the blackest heart.
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Your skin glows like the cherry blossoms, enchanting as the lavender rose in the purest hope of spring.

My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a butterfly at the whisper of your name.
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A day like no other—or so it had seemed
For this intelligent yet unknowing girl who failed to see the obvious
Though knowledgeable, she never truly deemed
The love someone had for her—she truly was oblivious.
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They say many dangers come with the night,
They say that the dark of the twilight sky promises fear,
Stories of ghosts and ghouls fuel fright,
Stories of spirits and mysteries that linger near.
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Many say that everything I know,
Numerous people say I truly am intelligent,
But there is one thing I know nothing of—no,
I've tried nearly everything, but find the answer, I just can't.
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We all know that nothing will ever last forever,
That nothing in our world will ever truly stay.
We know that no two people will stay together,
Nor will there be anything that will not fade away.
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I used to think I'd always have you
That you'd always be right here in my hands,
That I'd never lose your sparkle of blue,
But now, you are gone—lost in the sand.
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'Everyone, we've something to say, '
Said a pair of twin brothers not a foot away
From the friends they'd hoped who would accept,
Their love for each other; their unusual respect.
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