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Evie Young Oct 2013
Red
Yesterday I dyed my hair red
ketchup in the light, plum in the shade
when we washed it out, it looked as though i'd bled
a split decision, hastily made

it was a thoughtful metaphor deep inside:
"out with the old in with the new"
everything is different now - even my formerly shy stride
but most importantly i'm trying to forget about you

i'm almost rid of you, don't you agree?
when you spoke in that angry tone
i made up my mind definitely
i hate you to the bottom of my heart, the core, the bone

i am my own person
i've found quite recently.
since then things have done anything but worsen
i'm getting on without you pretty decently

you think you are in control
not anymore my "friend"
since i dyed my hair, ive felt so much more whole
and our friendship has reached it's long awaited end

~E.Y
Evie Young Oct 2013
Sometimes
I get sad
Its no ones fault
and its not that bad

Sometimes
I stare at my ceiling
because i don't feel like moving
its like i have no feeling

Sometimes
i just need to stop
they say i worry too much
i feel like the work is on top

Sometimes
i just need some time
to regain my smile
and then i can say "i'm fine"

~E.Y
Evie Young Oct 2013
As I pack my things
It's time to say good-bye
I wish I was a bird with wings
So I could be free and fly

Fly away, back to my friends
where I would be sure
That our lives together would never end
My personal savior

Our final minutes together
only seconds more remain
but they'll have to last forever
because we might never meet again

I've packed my things, the time has come
One more hug before i go?
Suddenly we're done.
I walk away, very slow

I had to go away
Tears filled my eyes
It was the most upsetting day
But I'll never forget those final good-byes

~E.Y
Evie Young Oct 2013
Hello. Guten Tag. Bonjour.
Its funny how just one word
can reveal someone who will know you to the core
Its funny how if you hadn't heard

You never would have noticed their flare.
You wouldn't have had the chance to flirt
You wouldn't have felt them care
You never would have hurt

But then again,
what would you be
without their love; their pain;
their memory

I can tell you now
I wouldn't be the same
because he taught me how
to love without shame.

~E.Y
To John.

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