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Mykenzie Dec 2017
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Roses are red, Violets are blue,
That's what they say, but it really isn't true.
Roses are red, and apples are too.
But violets are violet, not really blue.
Oranges are orange, but Greenland's not green.
A pinky's not pink, so what does it mean?
To call something blue when it's not is to defile it,
But what the heck, it's hard to rhyme with 'violet'
Mykenzie Dec 2017
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I know it's hard,
but you'll make it through
with your head up high,
and friends by your side
ready to hold you
whenever you cry.
You have so much left,
so much to do.
That alone is a motive
for you to fight through.
The roses are still red,
and violets are blue.
They'll be here a while,
and so should you.
Mykenzie Dec 2017
Call me a name,
**** me with words,
Forget about me,
You say it's what I deserve.

I've had my pain,
all from you,
Now I'm done.

I've moved on,
though you still haven't.
I really don't care.
Mykenzie Dec 2017
Roses aren't always red
And violets aren't exactly blue.
The society we live in
doesn't always speak the truth.

Smiles aren't always happy,
and frowns aren't always sad.
People judge to quickly,
and our feeling are too easy to forget.
I Couldn't think of a good title ><
Mykenzie Nov 2017
I write,
not because I want to,
but because I need to.

I write,
because after I'm gone,
everyone will see who I truly was.

I write,
because I can get everything down on paper,
but it hard for me to explain it verbally.

I write,
because it's the only thing I'm good at.

I write,
because I need to get it out,
and you're not here to listen.
Mykenzie Nov 2017
I thought I'd be this way forever.
You left, he came.
He asked me to promise,
I did.
He was just afriend,
then it grew to be more.
Now I'm over you,
But falling for him.
You wanna come back,
It's too late now.
I'm sorry.
Should've tried a couple weeks ago,
or better yet, never left
I'm better now.
I'm happier now.
I'm me again.
Mykenzie Oct 2017
You
I watch,
and rewatch the video from that day.
The one where we were all happy.
The day of our first kiss. We were smiling and laughing.
I still have the pictures that our friends took.
The ones that you helped me hang up, they haven't moved.
I rewatch,
and I stare at the picures,
as I lie in bed, unable to sleep again.
Hoping,
Wishing,
That you'd come back.
But I know you won't,
for you were forbidden to speak to me.
I never knew why,
All I knew was that you started ignoring me.
Your friend was the one to tell me,
and the one to pass on my words to you
"I miss you. Come back when you can, Please
I love you"
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