Taylor B. Mark

Rookie (8/15/91 / Hartford, CT)

Depleted - Poem by Taylor B. Mark

My love,
My light,
My big kind kite,
Flying high in the sky,
Surrounded by clouds,
Living her dream,
With no one to stop her,
'Gosh how i wish i was her'
Says little Niesa,
With jealousy and weakness,
In her voice,
As this lovely figure,
Rushes to the top,
And pulls through,
They all see what she'll do,
She'll show the world,
What love really is,
What hate should be,
How to feel jaded,
How to feel,
Depleted.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 29, 2008


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