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At first I felt lost and all alone

like no one cared

Soon I realized I was on my own

I noitced a change in the air

I had became a woman, fully grown

I began to feel no dispair

Now I feel I am no longer in the danger zone

Everything

Everything

Everything

Everything

Everything

Good evening, i have poems with awards, from 2006 thru 2009. these poems have Vip numbers,which i can't seem to find. can someone help me please? my new email address is clarencetobias@yahoo.com or call me @ 703-300-7598. and i do have copies!

I think that little demons walk the earth

Wreaking havoc and punishing our loved ones

for everything that we do wrong.

There are little demons in my world

Hurting my friends to punish me

Punishment for my selfishness,

and for my lack of empathy.

I only hope I can be stronger than the demons.

Looking in the mirror for hours

Feeling lonely and tired

cause all you hear is hatred

and laughter from those who

only bring shame upon themselves

Just be yourself!

Trying to impress others

to make yourself look good

but end up hurting yourself cause

the reflection of failure you see

from there eyes brings you

down the road of memory lane

Image? How you suppose to look

How other sees you

Whats wrong being a little different

Thinking its okay to be like others

when you were born to stand out

Just be yourself!

Don't let insecurities get in the way

of being true to yourself

Stand up for who you are

casue at the end of the day the one who

will be laughing are those who brought you 

down to there level

Just be yourself!

My name is Samantha and this website is like a dream come true for me. I love writing poetry and have over 700-800 original poems and the fact that there is a scholarship for an original poem is that much better! 

I wish these lies I have entangled myself in would unravel at the seams.

The truth has yet to surface but begs to be released upon breath.

I am a prisoner of her perfection.

Like a school girl, I allow flower pedals to determine my fate.

Close examination of the crevices on my palms expose our potential.

I lurk in the shadows between friends and lovers.

The comfort of her eyes soothes me as a lay my own to rest.

Her insecurities become my favorite attributes.

The subtlety of her touch brings ease to my uncertainty.

Fantasy and reality are all too similar now.

Thousands of face-to-face encounters.

Alas, not a second more spared on my insecure being.

Her smile is my future, as my lie becomes me debt.

As days become memories, it is long-term depression.

I refuse to reform but fear acceptance.

The purity of her seduction remains a riddle yet solved.

The first mind-blowing memory haunts my conscious being.

Failure is in the air.

Our unseen beauty can never again have worth.

Emotions fade into untold stories.

A brief acquaintance is left to simmer.

My first love, I hope your not lonely without me.

loved it

My love,

Distance was the issue

the need to touch and hold you

burned deep inside my heart.

Denied the right to you

made my ask myself

why did I choose you?

Knowing that the longing I 

felt for you would only intensify.

Those long long nights

where I would picture you 

laying next to me again, 

Our bed a dark reminder 

that you were no longer there.

My thoughts would overtake me

tears would flood my eyes, knowing that

all I could do was remember the times

when you would wrap your arms around me

and tell me everything would be alright.

Do you know I dream of us?

becoming one and having a son

praying that the distance between us  would disappear.

The darkness sets in and 

I worry, is he the man I truly love?

or is he a man of convenience?

feeling the loneliness of four long years

I ask again, is he the man I truly love?

Is this love real?........

I will never know the answers to those questions....

my love never returned again.

As the brigades march onto the field company by company squad by squad every person knows this isn’t another Saturday.

Every man woman and child is filled with pride as they see their brother, sister, son or daughter waiting to standing on the field.

For the freshmen this is their first time and they have been waiting with baited breath since Induction Day.

The colors are presented and the anthem is sung.

At this game though, it has special meaning as each Midshipman and Cadet thinks of those who came before them and of impending service when they graduate.

A squadron flies overhead and a cheer erupts. It’s game time!

Navy has won the toss and elected to kick.

The ball sails through the crisp December air, and the Black Knights race toward the Midshipman ready to do battle.

The next sixty minutes will decide more than bragging rights; for some this is the last time they will face off against their brothers in the most powerful rivalry that sports has ever known. Victory for these men will be sweeter, and defeat will haunt them for life.

A Midshipman has the ball; he dodges and weaves through defenders breaking tackles as he goes.

Finally there is a sliver of daylight and he sprints to it.

20…15…10…5…TOUCHDOWN NAVY!!!!

The crowd erupts and the plebes hit the deck for pushups.

The extra point is scored and the exhausted plebes are allowed to stand.

As Army attempts to even the score Navy is there every step of the way. Both teams give it everything. The weight of each respective academy is on their shoulders and neither wants to fail.

Half time comes and the Commander and Chief marches across the field to take his seat with the Black Knights.

Army scores and ahead by two points with five minutes on the clock; the air is filled with excitement as each team prepares to leave everything on the field.

Navy inches down the field and the clock dwindles to its last three seconds. They are just outside field goal range.

The Midshipman feel their hearts sink; but wait, a kicker is coming to the field.

He looks at the goal posts fifty yards away and at the ball where he stands. He tries not to think of what would happen if he were to miss.

A hush falls over the field as he steps to his place. The center looks back and the kicker nods his head. The ball sails to the holder as the kicker runs to kick. It’s all in slow motion as he feels the ball make contact with his foot at watches it begin to fly. What seems like an eternity takes all of two seconds as the ball floats toward the posts. It has the height but will it make it.

Every eye follows the projectile.

THE KICK IS GOOD. NAVY WINS!!!!

The teams rush the field and the coaches shake hands. Only one thing left sing alma mater.

Army sings first with Navy standing respectfully behind them waiting to sprint to the Midshipmen. As the last note of On, Brave Old Army Team rings true the Navy players run to waiting fans and the band starts to play.

I told you this wasn’t another Saturday.

Why I Write…..

I write because it the only thing I know

you can’t go wrong in your on words

its like a get away 

a free ticket to a relaxation

No one can tell you if your wrong or right  happy or sad

I write because it feels so right

The only place I truly feel comfortable

I feel I belong to something important

I write because this is my escape from all the pain and sorrow that come from this dreaded life

I write because I can tell a story  &

Wont be judged because remember ….

Thisw could be a lie !

 This could be a fairytale who’s ever to know but than again..

 It could be the scary truth because this is the reason

I write 

The sound of chirping fills my ears. i open my eyes to the soft, freckled pale face. she ever so beautifully smiles at me telling me good morning. the chilling voice would start singing  my favorite morning song "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine"... and the soft fingers thats connected to her cold wrinkly hands would rub my face until i start to doze away. today i started my frist day of school. she was standing with me at the bus stop.  it was a dark chilly morning. she was holding my hand, reassuring me that everything will be okay and she'll be here when i get back. as the bus came, i clang to her as if i was falling from a cliff. she finally got me on the bus. as we drive away i watched her slowly get smaller. a few hours has passed and the bus was pulling up to my stop, sure enough there she was. smiling and waving and with that look that i now know means "i told you so".

a few years has passed and i'm standing in the court room with a few people who mean everything to me including her,. once again clinging to her. but we're not smiling nor happy at the reasons why we're here. i'm crying and she's reassuring me that it's ok. a few hours has passed and justice has been served.i walk to her and there's that "i told you so" look again.

a few more years has passed and i'm about to walk to get my diploma. the one thing that lets me know i have finished 12 hard years. she's right there grinning from ear to ear knowing her baby is growing up and getting closer to being a grown woman. she knows i have doubted myself before i got to that day. as i got my diploma that "i told you so" look is among that soft, pale, freckled, more wrinkled face.

a few years later, i'm wearing a white dress waiting to greet the man who took my hand in marriage. she's standing behind me observing the  young woman she has raised well in her opinion. she lifts her boney fingers to help me with my dress, knowing i'm so scared and doubting. she reassures me again. the time comes to where i greet my future, i walk down and marry him. i look at her and she's smiling so brightly with tears and that "i told you so" look is there.

my first child was born, nine long months of tears, fear, happiness, doubts, talks, yelling, cravings. she was there to reassure me over and over again that it's okay. and she was with me when my baby was born. she was smiling at me holding the baby. her "i told you so" look bloomed once again.

it's been a few years since she has left me. i miss the mornings waking up to her, i miss all my firsts with her, i miss her being by my side doing all the successful things i've done. i miss her. but i know she's proud of me and everytime i do something and succeed i know she's giving me her look....."i told you so"

Your warm shiny and smooth texture.

It makes me buzz insanely.

You stick on my hive ever so tightly.

Your sweet nectar seduces those with such a gaze.

I take to the skies viewing your beauty from afar.

I enjoy every moment it takes to create such an art.

I seek the material and think about you makes my wings fuzz.

The very thought of you makes my fuzzy legs weak.

The taste of your sweets makes me drool. You are the envy of all creations.

The very gods crave my skill.

Mother Nature herself is jealous of my work.

The slow pace, in which you move, makes everyone stop and take a deep look.

Your succulent taste mesmerizes those mindlessly.

I have to give them a sting back to reality.

The flowers are just there to be.

You are placed here to give pleasure to all

"Do you remember the falling stars running swift like horses through the night sky sudddenly leaping across all our wishes -- Are you recalling all of them we made? Each and every time we looked up we were astounded by their swiftness, Loving that we might have our wishes come true. Do you remember all the promises that we made? The remembrance of that day still stays with me." 

Why i write poems

to express my feelings and a way but on paper i do poems for all sorts of things to tell somone something that i dont want to tell them in worthat would ne fcome out of my mouth or to make someone happy or to just make them smile i could write poems for love or just for someone i care about dearly i write poems for a lot of things 

They say were free, but how can that be, when we see young kids die from poverty.

They say were free, but yet how many people have to fight just to be free,

if were free then while are we so trapped and alone with no place to go or no home.

Freedom is to be free but yet millions live in poverty. They have no food or no place to go and that is just horrible.

we as people need to see the trurth that is we are not free and nor will we ever be

never give up hope, it brings happiness to the soul that there is a chance.

Stand up tall, don't back down. Wipe your eyes, turn around. Look in the mirror, put down the knife. Is this how you want to act for the rest of your life? Right now it's hard, it only gets harder. But if you keep going, you'll keep getting farther. Farther towards your education, farther towards your goals. Know you are loved, it will fill up all the holes. Take action, be smart. Be sweet, not tart. We live in a world where we can't be ourselves. In the eyes of others we look as plain as the shelves. But there are those who stand out, those who take action. Those with a goal, those with a passion. A dream is nothing more than a dream, it's at the bottom of the ladder. It's what you do to make it come true that matters. Take a step back from your life and look up to the sky. Do you want your life to keep passing you by? There are so many opportunities at hand, all you have to do is travel to that land. Wake up and realize what you're missing out on, get up, get out there, now you have won.

A day that contained

No substance

No meaning

No worth

A day that

Might as well have ended right when it began

A pointless day?

Doing pointless things?

But is this even possible?

Is it possible for you to live one day 

A single day

That has no point

I find it hard to believe

That for 24 hours

There was not a single moment

That had a point

That gave that day purpose

This mythical pointless day

Is but a deception

A deception of the eye

Because sometimes the purpose of a point is hidden

For every smile can bring joy to a heart.

For every hello can make some feel noticed.

For every word you say can change someones life.

For every action you make can set an example.

All of these being possibilities

However

For those who want more than a possibility

Make a defined point to each day

Brighten someones day

Give what you can tangible or not

Mold minds with your experiences and ideas

But most of all

Never forget the possibilities

I saw her weary eyes 

they weren't the serene brown ones I knew 

I sensed fear, desparation, a cry of help

I screamed at the world asking why her 

why not the father that lied, cheated, and hurt 

Why the mother that gave us her life

I cried 

days

months

I was angry for being so useless

my words and comfort wouldn't take her cancer 

every six months

I see those weary eyes

Life is funny the way it works

we always hear "bad things happen to good people"

but not something this bad.

15.

At the age of 15, I found depression in the worst ways.

At the age of 16, I got my first kiss and thought I was in love with a boy who lied.

At the age of 17, I was drinking, smoking, taking pills.

Depression hit me, and another boy lied again. The drinking, the smoking and the pills had taken over me. 

But now that I'm 18, I get to see the world a little better and realize these were all mistakes. 

Mistakes that were okay, mistakes that were meant to be.

But she was 15 and had the world to see. 

Her cold hands, face, body. 

A brain aneurysm ruptured they say, took her away.

The brightest star in the sky, a movitation, a kind noble person. 

Giving and giving, until her last breathe. 

Because of an aneuryms. 

times are hard

work is harder

as much as you climb 

you get knocked down farther

praying for better times

losing everything you own

thinking about that night

the government took our home

dads hands bleed from work

mom teaches special needs

nothing can heal the hurt

of feeling inbetween

bankruptcy in progress

nonstop stress

mom breaks down daily

from all the duress

lawyer after lawyer

dad feels he's failed

when its only the economy

that has completely derailed

times are hard

work is harder

as much as you climb

you get knocked down farther

Angelique Titre- Barnor

(845) 520- 8760

           Tough

The thought of a challenge, brings some thrill

Continuing to fulfill my duties, against my will

I wish the days could go by fast

But then again I want them to last

The sweat slid down my face

Drip drop as if in a race

I stepped on the field ready to go

Hair slick back wrapped in a bow

My stick, my weapon

I carried a ton

My courage, some pride

As if I won

The game was the reason to live

But the life I planned did not yet begin

Determination- that is all you need

But it was never the answer,

For me to succeed

I lost myself confused by the game

It was a ball and a stick

I thought with shame

I am me

Intelligent as can be.

The shame feels awkward.

Thinking about it late at night.

Makes my head in pain, pain I can not regain

I questioned myself … this isn’t my game

Hypnotized by the sport I love and admire

Every year goes by and the passion just continues to grow.

How would the academic year feel without it?

Field hockey is as large as life to me,

It gives me direction on how I outta be.

Long bus rides, endless nights, and restless legs.

Waking up and feeling stuck to my sheets.

Walking to class as slow as molasses.

Keeping my eyes open, struggling to see the board, I convinced myself that I needed glasses.

“Blood, sweat and tears” that’s what they say

Coach says you need to think that to play

She forgot books, studies, and grades that’s the way

How am I supposed to be all I can?

When I’m stuck living in la la land?

My dream you ask?

To reveal me, move this mask

I hide behind that same stick and ball

Afraid to make that fall

I will find that field once again

Our separation will find a mend

On that day, we all can play

Heart to heart, stick to stick

The old way

The sky will lighten up that night

Every star looking ever so bright

I will have found where I belong

Yes, there are days when I can be wrong

I can learn from my past to help my future

My life is a newly discovered adventure

I’ll say hello to the ball and stick soon enough

Because I will never quit, I’ve learned to be tough

My feet are tapping a mile a minute.  My head is spinning and spining trying to stay focused. The audience screams and hollers. I look up my song has ended. Two minutes went by and I am finished. My two minute tap solo has won over to the audience.                                                                                                

When my childhood’s gone and passed

And the world all seems to move too fast

An image of today will come to me:

Three children atop a cherry blossom tree.

A blushing tree erupt in bloom,

Swaying away the winter’s gloom.

The roots were rough and thick and dry,

Unlike its flowers heaving sad soft sighs.

A boy with locks of golden curls

Which darkened as the summers whirled.

With a smile of joy and a laugh of car horns

He awoke each day just to run with the morn.

A little girl with light brown hair;

The sun was hot as her skin was fair.

Her power and charm and fullness of life

Kept her free from woes and strife.

Then there was me.

I was up in that tree.

But how could I be what I wanted to be?

A child forever, upon that tree.

I was the one with eyes so pure,

But time has taken some of their allure.

Skin soft and a laugh like chimes,

Up and down and up she climbs.

I never looked up

I always looked down

From up in that tree,

Between where I was 

And where I used to be.

And when I leaped from the limbs so high

I felt I could fly in my mind’s eye.

I was soaring, all the way up in the sky

Where I’d never, ever have to say good-bye.

I looked down at the dark limbs below

Waiting and wishing to outgrow

The tree which is now all so dear to me,

The tree I wish for in every dream.

Why can’t we just go back to that tree,

Standing low, crumbling beneath me?

Why must it lean with a withering moan,

A weak breeze forcing a quiet groan?

Life’s own sad story, the sorrow within

Childhood’s death for new life to begin.

Should we cry, should we weep when that life falls asleep?

Or should we laugh in remembrance of sorrows deep?

When childhood’s lost to reality’s frost

And the tree out front has lost its gloss,

We’ll be so unlike those children,

Those children atop a cherry tree.

lies down on my bed

thinks of these uncertain things

breaking down my mind

Sitting in a circle; legs are all crisscross, playing a game of spoons.

Riding side by side; laughing with each other. Has life ever been this good?

In the bed of a pick-up; drinking cold sodas, talking about our day.

The sun starts to set, but we won’t head to bed ‘til one in the morning, yeah.

At the end of a show; we’re about to head home and I’m looking at a ribbon that’s red.

Disappointment starts to set in; trying not to let it. It’s sure not the end of the world.

Fire’s burning brightly; marshmallows are toasty, chocolate is gooey and warm.

Flashlights up to faces; telling ghost stories until we’re all scared of the dark.

Walking down a footpath; riding on a ferry, sucking at Otter pops.

Sleeping in the open; stars all above us, feeling so good and free.

Looking at a boy; wondering if he likes you. Put yourself out on a limb.

You laugh and you flirt; and it really shouldn’t hurt when he turns you away.

Act and sing; how good can you be? When you’re always beat out by the “Queen”?

You smile and you hide what you really feel inside but it never really goes away.

This is life. This is life. It feels wrong. It feels right.

When you’re soaked from a water fight; sitting ‘round a bonfire

Friends by your side; singing ‘this is life’.

Invisable to my eyes,

This weekness that makes me cry,

I do not see them,

I can not find them,

I will never understand them,

In my sight they hide,

When you cry,

When you laugh,

When you feel joy,

When you are in pain,

When you are sad,

Whenanger is about,

I can not reach the emotion in other’s life,

I can cry,

I can laugh,

I can feel joy,

I can be in pain,

I can be sad,

I can feel anger,

They are mine but I don’t see others emotion,

I can not explain it,

It just is blessing and curse,

It’s my life,

I am proud,

For I am Autistic.

I am Autistic. Its call Asper Syndrum I wrote this poem about that fact people get upset, sad, happy, mad and more but I can see it. My mom doesnt get angry a lot but I think she does when she doesnt and has to covents me that she isn't mad all the time or that shes happpy when i think she is not. This something I lived with since I was 3 years old. 

We live life not knowing whats going to happen tomorrow & we dream big so we can get over the sorrow. Life has its ups & downs but long as we have hope it will always turn around. I imagine life being a dream or nightmare because its so real thats why i look up to the sky so i know life is so real.

Voices of the Voiceless

Turn the television off

That ain’t nothing for anybody to see

We got future generations to please

They don’t need to see the shit that people think the world should be

Linda Brown having to walk miles to get an education

Until her dad told her to make it a case; Brown v. Board of Education

Little Rock 9

Staying strong through the violence

Knowing they’ll be just fine

Whites only, blacks only

Damn Caucasians and their rules are damn phony

They call it ‘ separate but equal ’

But tell me why minorities aren’t treated as people

Beaten to the bone for a simple thought

Is this what you call equal ?

What happens under darkness shall come to light,

Can’t silence us even though you try

Come what may, we will survive

You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless

You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless

You’re colored, so get up and give up your seat

C’mon Rosa Parks, I know you don’t want to get beat

Shout out to Harriet Tubman for being the first to escape slavery

One of the first women to slowly end black misery

Martin Luther King had a dream

A dream that became a nightmare when he was shot

A dream that will be reality when blacks will have the freedom of thought

Hand the colored a pen and paper

Maybe the written words will make everything better

Since spoken words just make their wounds deeper

Bang them to the floor and toss them like an object

Matter of fact, kill them

Don’t worry it’s not a form of disrespect

What happens under darkness shall come to light,

Can’t silence us even though you try

Come what may, we will survive

You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless

You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless

We got Blacks and Hispanics working under Americans authority

Living off minimum wage

Barely making a living wage

Got a broken ankle on the job and need the time off ?

My employee, don’t worry

You can go ahead and take your whole life off

Look in your rear view window and you see; red, white, and blue lights flashing

You call those colors freedom ?

Haa, these Americans got minorities laughing

Pack the colored brothers and sisters

And send them back to where they belong

Receive the worst, while hoping for the better

Their hearts are forever getting colder

What happens under darkness shall come to light,

Can’t silence us even though you try

Come what may, we will survive

You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless

You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless

Trayvon Martin was taken away every opportunity

When he was only 17 and lost his life to a bullet to the chest

Because he was seen as a threat to a gated community

Maria Jimenez left her family distressed

When she was pronounced dead

She was only 17 and working in a vineyard pruning grapes

With a baby on the way and her future ahead

What happens under darkness shall come to light,

Can’t silence us even though you try

Come what may, we will survive

You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless

You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless

You got words surrounding your whole neck

Trying to swallow them before they kill you

Knife to your wrist as you dropped to the floor

Wishing the queer that they harass wasn’t you

Nobody wants their life in the hands of someone who’s tatted

Nor one who’s full of piercings

People constantly making prejudgments

But you and I both know, they’re misjudgments

They say ‘ never judge a book by it’s cover ’

But everybody’s hidden stories seem to get colder

They chew you up and spit you out, cause no one really cares

And ain't no body going to hold you when you’re really scared

The truth will rise People will fall In the end life goes on This world can change If someone can trust in themselves to acutally work towards that goal and you are on point

People say life is about meaning

Peeople say life is about feeling

People say life is about living

But, what is life really about...

Sometimes, I live life thinking about right and wrong

Sometimes, I feel the love and hate

Sometimes,life doesn't make sense, no meaning

If you ask me, I'd say...

Life is about loving others

Loving your friends/family

Love you and what you stand for

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip, there is a glorious fellowship! father and son and the open sky, and the white clouds lazily drifting by, and the laughing stream as it runs along, with clicking reel like a martial song, and the  father teaching the youngster gay, how to land a fish in the sportsmans way.

I double back 

Thoughts provoking actions

Actions provoking minds

I cant seem to find time

Time to motivate

Excelerate

Be great

Be me. 

Excellence. 

If opportunity doesnt come to knock

I say find another door

Explore

Open minded fevers 

Exploding into a new sight to see

Fresh to air to breath

Ideas to believe

If only we could be 

The good people we were told about 

When we were too young not to agree.

Life provides too much for us not to understand

Its a brand

We earn it as we learn

That the world will still turn

And if we're not ready to move on

We're left standing still

Clutching desperately onto the memories 

That break our very wills.

We hope to relive

Ones we hope to forgive

To achieve a certain brilliance we all know we deserve 

Is to think before we speak

But make sure we're clearly heard.

Shadows…

Where the true self lies

In the dark wanting to be recognized

Patiently waiting for you to close your eyes

Listen…

Can you hear it knocking on your soul?

Can you feel it pulling?

Yearning to unfold

We are told to live in the light

But I disagree and seek the night

Where dreams are formed and

Desires ignite

Chaos..

Dark matter so frightening

We are taught to avoid

Even though it is the birthplace of all life

I remember that brillant splash of sunny yellow..

do you know what its like to see struggle from the ones you love?

to look at your mom and dad and see it in thier her eyes

to look at them and not be suprised

to see the overdue bills and silent  tears

to see it this all happening for so many years

to being on my knees praying everynight

to not be on the street and be able to sleep tight 

so I dont want to see them cry no more

so I decided to show them what I have in store

I came from a terrible high school with a low graduation rate

wanted to be that graduate to higher the percentage weight

my main focuse was getting where I needed to be 

so I can show my mom and dad my vision I see

so I graduated with my cap and gown 

just a step up from lifting my dreams up and not down

so now im attending college my  first year 

so happy that I even made it here

my major is biology ready to save the world from being cancer free

I just want everyone to watch and see

that my dreams are slowly comming true 

and I will never see my parents struggle  next time the rent is due.

so do you know what its like to see struggle from the ones you love?

That was a great poem. It really makes me think and open my eyes to what is going on around us. great job!

It is hard to always be the best you can be.

The pressure and discouragment is sometimes all I can see.

But I want to make a change and fight for my goals,

Even when I get stuck in deep holes.

I chose to have faith and never give in,

Because where there is darkness, light will come again.

So stand tall and have the courage to be strong,

Pick yourself back up and prove everyone wrong.

I miss you

Your far far away

we write

we talk on the phone

but it's just not the same

One night I looked out the widow and saw the moon

I called you up to look at it too

4000 miles away

but somehow I felt closer than ever

We are not in the same place

yet we both are looking at the same monn.

Two tear drops were floating down my face,

as i sit and wonder why you were taken with out a trace.

I know we are not suppose to question the man above,

but why did he have to take my unborn love?

I will always wonder how you would of been,

Instead your an angel with out a sin.

As i lay my head down at night,

ill always remember you're watching over me in the light.

19 minutes away is where you'll find me,                                                                                           Coming to watch you wherever you might be,                                                                                       Not missing out on your life anymore,                                                                                                Being the best big sister that you can adore,                                                                                        You probably wonder what I am getting at,                                                                                              You might think that this is just a big act,                                                                                                   I got a letter the other day,                                                                                                                    That said I would be moving away,                                                                                                            I got accepted to U.P.J.,                                                                                                                       That means you'll be seeing more of me,                                                                                                  I hope each day,                                                                                                                                     For something exciting and new,                                                                                                            To make it all up to you,                                                                                                                        I've missed alot but not anymore,                                                                                                           I'll always be right next door!