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I can't really explain it. for you to understand what I mean you have to read it. It's about my teacher who encouarged me to write, and I'm still writing today because of her


Submitted:Oct 11, 2009    Reads: 101    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


If I say I'm taking a break or quitting writing for good
You appear in a dream
Why? Though is it because of the promise?
I was only taking a break to think
But no, you had to come in my dream
Fine! You win! I'll write
My goal was to write three notebooks
I'm working on that now
Will that be enough?
Or would that be breaking my promise?
I know you won't know
But I still want to keep it
Even though I'm not in your class anymore
Or in the same town that the school had
I'm going to keep that promise
Maybe you'll read this
But why did you have to read that one poem?
I mean I had it in my head I wasn't going to let you read it
And then I let you!
You fell in love with them, so I kept showing you
And I kept writing for you
Why though? I never wanted to show anyone
And once you read them I showed Cassie and Cyndi
But the one person I never wanted to read them
Read them because of you
I'm self-conscious over who reads them
But I just let you in that circle!
So I'm still writing because of you
Not because of anyone else
Okay, maybe Cyndi. But that is it
To me my writing sucked
Yet you never gave up faith on me
Even when I did
I wanted to quit a lot
But I'm still going
All because of you and that promise
Some times I hate it, other times I don't
I can't quit writing
Or even talk about it
Or that night I dream about you and those poems
So when I'm famous it will be because of you
All those days I showed you those poems
I admit I was scared to let you see them
But then I looked forward to it
Like you said I have a gift that I shouldn't waste
And I won't waste it
I can just see it now
My poems being in a big fancy book
And you opening it and see your name in the first page
For these are the people I wrote for
And then all those poems I wrote for you or about you
Like this one!
You might cry, who knows.
Or I make it in a book and only give it to the people who supported me
Last year without yours and Cyndi support I would have quit writing
And wasted the gift that God gave me
So thank you so much!
For all that you done
Even if you don't think you did anything
You gave me that push that I needed
And I won't quit writing
These poems now mean the world to me, and it all because of you!




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