The Fourth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
written on my mom's favorite holiday, this poem expresses the love of someone you will never see but who is always real.

Submitted: September 20, 2009

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The Fourth
I watched the lights flash against my face,
Different colors, different shapes.
You’re my love now, the only one.
Better than the first, the one after, so let’s have some fun.
I sit here alone, consumed by the blankets.
I shift my weight to cry into the pillow its,
Cold without you, so far away
Please say you'll get here, I will make you stay.
The lights have stopped; everyone walks home, no one feeling blue
I sit here beneath the stars, hoping you see them too.


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