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| My resent poems....why so sad?
Train ride going home from spring break...
ive been home for only a day.
And i dont know what to say.
If i see you walking down the street.
would our eyes even meet?
you might remember me from last year,
but did you even notice when i disided to disapear?
Things here got bad, i couldnt take it anymore
always being called a slut or a whore.
i didnt do one damn thing to any of you
so why do you make up things about me that arent true?
im scared to see you, that i know
would you even say hello?
ive changed i swear
the old me and new me cant even compare
but i know you talk shit about me behind my back
you make up shit that does even make sence, its wack.
stop making things up and leave me alone
stop talking about my life, and live your own
i dont care what you think i dont care what you say
you'll never be my friend again do get the fuck away
On spring break after seeing my friend Zack...
we met up in woodly park
we didnt talk, not one remark...
I miss the way u hugged me and the way u played with my hair,
I miss the way u kissed me and the way I'd always be there,
I miss everything u taught me like how to play video games,
I miss the way we always joked around and called each other names,
I miss the way we'd mess around like no one else was there,
I miss the way u telling me.. how much u really do care..,
But this poem can't even begin to tell you the feelings in my heart,
How i wish we were still good friends and never grew apart.
Back at school.....
Why dont i act like me anymore?
why im i acting so different from before?
I know im missing home
thats easy to see
but even so
why dont i act like me?
how come latley im always so sad?
why do i always have a reason to get mad?
i always think the opposite of what is real.
i always never know how to explain how i feel.
everything in the world wants to make me cry,
and everyone wants to hurt me and tell me a lie.
i just want to be happy like i was before
i just dont want to hurt inside anymore.
...can you tell me whats going on?????...
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| Never leave any of us left unsupervised or you will end up like Ashlee with short hair up to her ears! ASHLEE IMO KEW YOU!! haha...Basketball practice soon. We are going to rock it Harlem Globe Trotter Style babe.
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| First off...this is for all my Grier Girls...I made up a little ryme for you...
Some Grier girls go out with makeup and tight shirts thinking they look all goodie goodie...
But my Grier girls and me go out rocking out some sweatpants and a hoodie!! -Sara (haha hope you enjoyed that)
...But now to get back to what i really wanted to talk about. Question? How come some things last year are better then this year and some things this year are better then last year?
Last year I could run in the rain,
Without a single complain.
Last year there was a dance to ever step i took,
Without a single secand look,
Last year there was a sparkle in every smile,
Without a single betray of style,
Last year there were so many laughs and cheers,
Without using them to hold back tears,
Last year I could always open my heart so wide,
Without having anything to hide,
Last year I could speak loud and clear,
Without a worrie of what people might here,
Last year I would speak to her strait from my heart,
Without a fear not being able to mend the broken part,
Last year I could tell her anything with no delay,
Without being scared she wouldnt stay,
Last year I had her eyes to guide me,
Without having a foggy road hard to see,
Last year I had her and to hold,
Without doubting and having to be told...to be continued...I miss you Claire. | | |
|  I love you all
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