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Emma Langley Nov 2012
You
I love you,
Not the I wanna date you love,
but the you're my best friend love

I love your hair,
It is short, and soft, and brown
I love to run my fingers through it,
And feel it move through as smooth as silk

I love your eyes,
Their deep brown,
Like pools of chocolate
They melt me through and through every time you look at me

I love your body,
I love the way that when I hug you,
My arms fit around your waist
And my head rests on your chest
Like it was ment to be there
I love how soft you face is,
How smooth it feels
When I run my hand along it

I love your personality,
To others you appear quiet,
But I know that under that mask,
You are talkative,
And bubbly,
And funny.

I love you,
You are my best friend
Emma Langley Nov 2012
As a baby,
You learn so much
How to eat without spilling it on yourself,
How to talk real words,
Words that have meaning

Before you get to go to school
They expect you to be able to perform these skills
Before they begin to teach you new ones

By the time you walked out of elementary school,
You learned how to
Write in kindergarten
Honing that skill in second grade.
You learned how to read in first grade,
And began to read chapter books in third.
You learned multiplication in third grade,
And long division in fourth.
You learned how ecosystems work in fourth grade,
And made one in fifth.

In middle school
You learned how to love,
You learned what it felt like to want to hold someone’s hand,
You wanted it so badly you could feel how soft his hand was,
You could imagine yourself wrapping you arms around his body
As he spins you around in the air.
You learn what it feels like,
To have your heart broken
To be able to do nothing but sit on the couch in you P.Js
And eat ice cream while you cry.

In high school,
You learned how to be an adult,
How to get a job,
Going through the application process
And going to an interview,
You learned how to get into a good collage,
How to cheer when the form came telling you,
That you were accepted into the school of your dreams

In collage,
You learn how to love someone
And know deep down in your heart that he is the person
You are going to marry.
You learn what it is like to be on your own in the world,
What it is like,
To have to pay your own bills,
To have to worry about how you will pay your rent,
And what is like to have a job with a steady paycheck.

As you go into life,
With a degree
And a steady pay check,
You think that you a have stopped learning
You of course are wrong,
You will never stop learning.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
I miss you,
the way you would hug me
and I would press tight against your stomach.
I miss the wrinkles that would appear
besides your eyes when you would smile.
I miss the way your eyes would sparkle,
and light up,
every time you saw me.
I miss your smell,
you smelled like something,
to hard to explain with words.
I miss how you would laugh,
at everything we said,
even if it wasn't funny.
I miss you fozz
Emma Langley Nov 2012
You are such a drama queen,
I mean seriously you need to learn
how to solve your own problems.
And no I will not help you find your 'x'
You need to learn how to move on
You definitely have the most complicated
problems,
I have ever tried to solve.
And probably ever will.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
As a baby,
You learn so much
How to eat without spilling it on yourself,
How to talk real words,
Words that have meaning

Before you get to go to school
They expect you to be able to perform these skills
Before they begin to teach you new ones

By the time you walked out of elementary school,
You learned how to
Write in kindergarten
Honing that skill in second grade.
You learned how to read in first grade,
And began to read chapter books in third.
You learned multiplication in third grade,
And long division in fourth.
You learned how ecosystems work in fourth grade,
And made one in fifth.

In middle school
You learned how to love,
You learned what it felt like to want to hold someone’s hand,
You wanted it so badly you could feel how soft his hand was,
You could imagine yourself wrapping you arms around his body
As he spins you around in the air.
You learn what it feels like,
To have your heart broken
To be able to do nothing but sit on the couch in you P.Js
And eat ice cream while you cry.

In high school,
You learned how to be an adult,
How to get a job,
Going through the application process
And going to an interview,
You learned how to get into a good collage,
How to cheer when the form came telling you,
That you were accepted into the school of your dreams

In collage,
You learn how to love someone
And know deep down in your heart that he is the person
You are going to marry.
You learn what it is like to be on your own in the world,
What it is like,
To have to pay your own bills,
To have to worry about how you will pay your rent,
And what is like to have a job with a steady paycheck.

As you go into life,
With a degree
And a steady pay check,
You think that you a have stopped learning
You of course are wrong,
You will never stop learning.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Christmas,
what does it mean?
I get the whole part with Christmas
I understand how it was supposedly Jesus'  birthday
but what does it really mean?

Surely every childhood sensation about Christmas,
is not the real purpose.
Destroying the wrapping paper beautifully wrapping presents,
ripping off sparkling bows,
All to get to the piece of joy inside.

Surely the feeling of bringing someone joy is enough,
to satisfy you wishes for Christmas, but it is not.
We must have physical gifts for Christmas to make us happy.
These things you call emotional gifts are no good.
If we do not gain anything what is the point?

Surely the meaning of Christmas,
is to be yourself,
have fun,
and praise the Lord Jesus Christ
We obviously do not do that
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Red,
Orange,
Yellow,
Green,
Blue,
Purple.
These are the colors of the rainbow,
the colors of nature.
Not ment to be put into peoples hair,
yet we do it anyways,
we take things that arn't ours,
and use them in ways they arn't suposed to be used.

In a way it is beautiful,
the way some people can weave the color into their hair,
and make it look like it is theirs,
make it look like it belongs,
but on the inside they know it doesn't belong.
That those are natures colors,
and that without nature
they wouldn't be able to put it in their hair.
They thank their hair stylest for doing such a good job.

When really they should be thanking mother nature,
for giving us these colors,
for gicing us the oppertunity to use them.
For giving us a part of nature

Red,
Orange,
Green,
Blue,
Purple.
These are the colors of nature
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