So as the grand cleaning continues i found this poem and wanted to post it so i would not loose it.
I keep smileing
Can you see how i feel
I just want to shout
So you know whats real
I want to be loved
As more than a friend
I'll never look like her
Does that matter in the end
I should be happy
With where im at
I seem to be bored
Im ready. Up to bat
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If i keep starring
will something change
or as time goes on
will it all be the same
If i blink
or just stop to look at the ground
when i look up
Will something new be around
Time is my friend
and yet not all the same
What do you do
When time plays its games
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There they are . They may be unfinished but i dont feel that way anymore and its hard to write something you dont feel anymore. but like i said there posted so i dont loose them . :)
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