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Walking through the woods on a rainy day.
Everything around me is quiet.
I stop and look at every rain drop that is falling down.
Then, it stop raining all of a sudden and the sun comes out as if it was never raining to begin with.
It's a new day, new life, and all new experiences.
The woods are dry once again and I'm walking through.
Listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet.
Everything isn't so quiet anymore.
I hear footsteps coming up from behind me.
I freeze in my place and hesitate to turn around, but I do anyways because the curiosity kills me inside.
I turn around and see a boy with a hood covering his face.
He walks towards me, putting his hands
on the sides of his hood, pulling it off slowly.
He stands in front of me and takes off his hood completely.
I look at him in his eyes and he kisses me.
This is my friend Katelyn's poem. She does not write. This was written in 2011. I love the emotion and feeling she puts into each line. Let me know what you all think!
 Jan 2015 Anonymistress
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
I am a poet
and my words bleed my blood
they say what I feel
and breath through my lungs

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