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10/29/2020 11:30:21 AM
I need help finishing this poem or starting a new	Every day I see him walking through the halls He stops and talks to other girls And I feel my heart fall He looks at me and I feel small I want to tell him once in for all But something inside me stops And I know I’ve missed my call. These were girls, far prettier than me, and that broke my gall. He entered my classroom in, And my traitor heart gave me a disastrous fling. His eyes were on me, and i know not what he did see, He smiled and the room lit. (time lapse) Heart pounding one day, I gathered my courage to say
4/16/2021 9:36:01 PM
The Past	Hello everyone! (whoever is seeing it) I would appreciate if you'll forward your views/criticism on this poem. The Past The journey that was incomplete, The world that is no longer serene. The path that was unclear, The destination which was not achieved. Those lost battles, the unheard cries, the lost hues and the blue skies. The love that pained, The lies that were sweet, The beauty that was unashamedly destroyed, The violence; unrestrained. Those lost petals, the fallen leaves, the lost spring and the shrouded moon. The betrayal that hurt, The death that parted. The sorrow; unbridled The cold melancholy. These memories, these feelings, the regrets, the agonies; no longer shackled. The cracked heart, the parched soul, the teary smiles, the broken glee, no longer stitchable, unhealed, unmendable. edited by vagabond on 4/16/2021 edited by vagabond on 4/16/2021
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