stephanie varnadore


Free To Love - Poem by stephanie varnadore

Colorless went to red,
Our talk became more.
I cherished everything that was said,
Everything went straight to my core.
We would talk and talk,
You always said kind words.
No more did my face look like chalk,
Now we were condemned with swords.
You kept me in a haze,
Whenever I was at home and school.
When you were in my gaze,
Butterflies and a smile erupted of cool.
Three weeks went by
Of your sweet talk and will.
But I tried not to cry
When you went for the kill.
Now I am free,
Heartbroken from love.
I can be who I want to be,
And send the sadness to up above.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012



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