morgan-kearsey - Hello Poetry

If the world Went my way I would be 25 and Fresh out of college. Three dogs Back home in a Two bedroom apartment Furnished with the Comforts of home and The future. If the world Went my way I would wear ripped jeans and Flannels and black Nail polish And i would smile-- Always I would earn my own money And buy my own things Go out Every weekend and take pictures of everything. I would go on a roadtrip enjoy the sights and smells and feelings. And i would love Everyone I’d meet And laugh And cry without Conviction. If the world went my way I would Be a volunteer Learn how to cook like a pro Watch tv all day Eat strange foods And try my best to try everything. I would travel and Gain experience Learn a new language or three and maybe even become religious. If the world went my way I would have done all this by now. If the world went my way i wouldn’t have to deal with ****** people and pop music. If the world went my way I would be jamming to punk rock on my way to Rome smiling at everyone involved and loving every second of it.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC

If the world went my way

If the world Went my way I would be 25 and Fresh out of college. Three dogs Back home in a Two bedroom apartment Furnished with the Comforts of home and The future. If the world Went my way I would wear ripped jeans and Flannels and black Nail polish And i would smile-- Always I would earn my own money And buy my own things Go out Every weekend and take pictures of everything. I would go on a roadtrip enjoy the sights and smells and feelings. And i would love Everyone I’d meet And laugh And cry without Conviction. If the world went my way I would Be a volunteer Learn how to cook like a pro Watch tv all day Eat strange foods And try my best to try everything. I would travel and Gain experience Learn a new language or three and maybe even become religious. If the world went my way I would have done all this by now. If the world went my way i wouldn’t have to deal with ****** people and pop music. If the world went my way I would be jamming to punk rock on my way to Rome smiling at everyone involved and loving every second of it.

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Is it possible To love someone More than you love yourself? Is it possible To love someone That you haven’t even met before? Is it possible? Is it possible To feel butterflies Whenever you laugh Be it in an Amateur video Or a professional recording? Is it possible To want to kiss you To want to Feel your lips on mine So much it hurts? Is it possible? Is it possible That someone like you Would love Someone like me? Is it possible? Is it?

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC

Is it possible?

Is it possible To love someone More than you love yourself? Is it possible To love someone That you haven’t even met before? Is it possible? Is it possible To feel butterflies Whenever you laugh Be it in an Amateur video Or a professional recording? Is it possible To want to kiss you To want to Feel your lips on mine So much it hurts? Is it possible? Is it possible That someone like you Would love Someone like me? Is it possible? Is it?

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there once was a girl whose name was of a season; the season of cold, of frost and snow and in which bright fire embers could glow. there once was a girl whose name was of a season the season that came and brought the storm that stole away what was left of her own little family. there once was a girl whose name was the one that the freezing breeze whispered one fateful windy day. there once was a girl whose name she couldn’t bear to hear as it was the last word she once heard her mother say. there once was a girl whose name was spread around she was known as the girl who took her own life for the pain was too much and the guilt was too strong that she had died but they had gone. there once was a girl whose name now rests on a plaque on many a snow-coloured bench on the frosty streets of the neighbourhood that she had once called her home. each time the season comes people say they hear the name of the girl upon the frozen lips of a mother gone away “Winter...”

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC

Winter

there once was a girl whose name was of a season; the season of cold, of frost and snow and in which bright fire embers could glow. there once was a girl whose name was of a season the season that came and brought the storm that stole away what was left of her own little family. there once was a girl whose name was the one that the freezing breeze whispered one fateful windy day. there once was a girl whose name she couldn’t bear to hear as it was the last word she once heard her mother say. there once was a girl whose name was spread around she was known as the girl who took her own life for the pain was too much and the guilt was too strong that she had died but they had gone. there once was a girl whose name now rests on a plaque on many a snow-coloured bench on the frosty streets of the neighbourhood that she had once called her home. each time the season comes people say they hear the name of the girl upon the frozen lips of a mother gone away “Winter...”

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