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In my Youngest Hours

Poetry By: A Broken Dream

When I was younger, my dad always told me I can do great things when I'm older. It's not happening yet...

Submitted:Aug 31, 2010    Reads: 73    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

When my eyes were more paler,

and my smile never faded.

When my friends never moved,

and my sister never dated.

When my dog never died,

and my mom never lied.

When I always wanted to dance,

and my cat was too small to prance.


Now I never mess around,

and I mostly wear a frown.

Now I'm the loser at a school,

because I never wanted to act cool.

Now I never dance,

cause it always was a lack.

Now I'm older,

you cant do that,

behind my back.


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