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  Apr 2018 F
She Writes
She is my everything
My universe
I live everyday
With telescope eyes
Constantly in awe
Of her celestial beauty
  Apr 2018 F
She Writes
She wanted to be loved
To be put back together
Until she was whole once more
It’s not until he couldn’t
That she realized
It was never up to him
To fix her
It was always up to her
To love herself enough
That she couldn’t remember why
She ever felt the need
To be fixed in the first place
  Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Run
Someday you will find someone
Who will run with you

As fast and as far
As your heart desires

Holding your hand
Not holding you back
  Apr 2018 F
She Writes
It is both my biggest blessing
And my greatest curse
To feel everything
With such deep emotion
  Apr 2018 F
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
  Apr 2018 F
Midnight
Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel
Something

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
Nothing
And I'm very sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.  You are everything I have ever wanted, but for some reason touching you leaves me blank.  I feel nothing.  And I am sorry.
  Apr 2018 F
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
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