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When beginning this poem
I had an epiphany:
I don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like
The prompt- “Because I love you”
Only reminds me of a harsh November sadness
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
Years are measured;
Not by the days,
but by the time that takes up the days.
Time is measured;
Not by a clock,
As days pass by
I begin to see myself in the eyes of passersby
I know that I'm hated
And I feel humiliated
But one thing is for sure, I died a long time ago.
They call it the blue marble.It’s amazing and it looks adorable.Green grass grows here.Fresh air is always here and there.Humans dig and pollute the land.Trees are cut down.The planet is dying.When it’s gone we will be crying.Our lives depend on i
It’s time to plant.And It’s time to harvestIt’s time to workAnd it’s time to rest.There is a time we are born And there is a time we will die It’s time we open our eye and see the future It’s time to accomplish our goalsIt’s time we make our famil
You may not know this but your love belongs to me.When I look at you, you make me smile.When I am sad you cheer me up.When I am thirsty you fill my cup.You are beautiful, inside and outside.When I need you, you are always there for me.You are my s
Approximately 177 days left.
Only 177 days left to be a kid.
Only 177 days left to have all of the quintessential teen experiences.
ONLY 177 DAYS.
Should I be scared? Because I am.
Let my love fall down
In your heart
Let it sway in the wind
And dance within
I don't want it to hurt anymore
Let alone myself
Don't let it burn
I've taken the bullet for you
All I ask
You see her
She’s 16
The prodigal age
The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph
She reads to escape unpleasant realities
She writes to express deepest desires
