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I think about leaving sometimes, 'leaving what?' Petah asked thoughtfully. 'Leaving here..going somewhere were nobody knows my name- all so I can make up a new identity for the world! I want to change, I really do, and I have but Petah has not. 'why can't you change?' I beg and plead for petah to do what I wish, but in the end he tells me something that changed my perception of him.." why would I change, when your own father couldn't for you?" Strange girl yer are, strange oh yes— big dumb brown eyes, and chocolate soaked hair, plump lips that held a quiver since the silver of time..A slim yet sickly figure-that ain't do yer well. Change is impactful oh yes, but for change to happen to you, it starts at the expense of someone else.
I don’t know if this qualifies as “poetry” I write, but I have nowhere to share it but here.
Alicent Jensen Dec 2024
We are forever alive, just one day will be physically deceased.

The smells, the charm, the love, and thee harm, shall go a great way even after death and the upbringing of grandchildren.

The words you spoke, the risks you took, and the lives you changed, are forever stories now, but were once reality and shall forever remain true. You may be taken by death but, you will forever be in my heart and my memory.
This is so horrific writing
Alicent Jensen Dec 2024
You can change, you can grow, but forever and for eternity, you’ll always be her.

The same eyes, the same nose. The same heart, the same toes.

Everything you change is only an upgrade from what you were.

The same tongue, the same ears, the same freckles, and the same tears.

You’ll always be her.
First poem on here.

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