first names.

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poetry from year 9. For you.

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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The more people say that I want to be with you,

the more I realize that, indeed, it is true.  

The more  I hate myself for it,

there’s nothing else I can do.

Have you heard the story 

of the girl that once flew?

She ran out of her window, 

reached up for the sky,

and sprouted wings made of hopes,

the time passing by.

I tried that one day,

just to see it, too,

trying to reach

someone as great as you

But I fell towards the earth,

blood gushing towards the sea,

and hated myself

the second that you caught me.

 

I don’t like you, sir.

I don’t love you so,

I’m just waiting for you

to get up and go.


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