I'm young, and probably inexperienced in many things. Still yet, I have gone through many things, and survived. Therefore, I think it's safe to say I have a right to write and express myself without feeling like my work is garbage, because it is not. This site has been kind to me, but teachers and such have destroyed my skill and so I hope this place will help me get back into the habit.
You past away so long ago
Yet, I see your face
Made of snow
Again in the summer,
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She hid in the closet,
that's where monsters belonged she thought
She closed her eyes, and wiped a tear
She smiled at the whisper, in her ear
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I whisper into the sky
As the wind twirls my hair
My arms stretched out to catch the stars
My heart wide open to every chance
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I'm searching for something
Not quite sure what it is
I'm searching for something
Here on this street
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A tear fell from my cheek
Straight down to the granite floor
For everything I have
I don't have anymore
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