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  Jun 2017 Breawna B
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
  Jun 2017 Breawna B
aryanalynae
Nervous.
Frightened.
Caring.
Space.

Words.
Smiles.
Memories.
Hea­rts race.

Feelings
Break
Hands
Shake

One
Gives
One
Takes

One
Destr­oys
One
Creates

One
On time
One
Always late

Trust
Begins
But trust
Always fades
  Jun 2017 Breawna B
wren cole
you are just a child
and the world is not out to hurt you
darling, darling, please
slow down and take the love in
you are young and beautiful and reckless
no where near wise
far from invincible
you are running, flying away into the sound of your own voice
telling you you are so close to the sun and
you can't wait to burn bright and beautiful and turn to ash
but the sun feels much nicer from the ground, oh, the sun feels much nicer from the ground
we are not made to live like bullets
you have blood on your casing and much of it is your own
you tell me you know best as you hold your gun to your temple and yell
fire away, fire away

— The End —