Samantha Desmond Poems
|1.||A Child Cries Because Of Santa||12/4/2008|
|5.||Drowning With His Cries||12/4/2008|
|8.||I Do Not Care||12/3/2008|
|12.||Our Own Beauty||12/4/2008|
|16.||Tell Yourself Your Beautiful||12/3/2008|
|22.||Wish Me A Dream||12/4/2008|
She tells me everything's fine,
so i go about my day,
but with this burning feeling,
something must be wrong.
I see her again in the hall,
later that day,
and on her beautiful face,
she wears this distressed look.
I can't help but ask again,
and again i get the same answer,
everything is fine,
but she can't convince me with her eyes.
I go home after school,
going about my day normally,
and cooking dinner for my younger brother.
12 am, I am in a dead sleep,
about to be disturbed,
by the over and ...
Sprinkle the stars upon her lashes,
And whisper that sweet goodbye,
Tie the dreams with scarlet ribbons,
And sleep easily in the sky.
And as she dreams she tosses colors,
Of past sunsets above the sea,
And its just a short way away,
As she’s dancing on the sea.