Nevaeh is not my real name but that is what you shall know me by. I am a girl with a story. A story that some, well most, do not like. I am a girl that has fallen in love with her best friend. That may not sound bad to you now, but what if I told you that my best friend was a girl as well? Would that change your view on me? Because of that forbidden love that I am not allowed to persue, is the main reason why I write poetry. All the anger that it congures, all the sweetness that eminates from it, all the love that I feel is why I write. I can only hold so much in and writing it out is my release.
You say you don't like your size, always too tall of too big,
You tell me you want to be skinny, but not like a twig.
Always wanting to make the highest score on the test,
But when you don't you get mad at yourself,
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You snear at my friends, you call my lover names,
You point your finger and say, 'shame, shame, shame.'
You scorn and yell at me, that's all you do these days,
You say I can't love her, no way, NO WAY!
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What if I said that I was sorry.
That my mind lied and my heart played tricks.
If i said that you clipboard was the only thing I had done that I cared about.
That when I saw you that day, at Sonia's, that I fell in love with you again.
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