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 Jan 2016 Katelyn
Bianca Reyes
I can't understand how everyone sees
Clear blue skies at which they wish to gaze
Under its trance and relax wasting the day
I can only see sapphire skies seducing
The clouds to willingly depart the day
And I need to rush to get up and run
To love and to conquer and live
So that I may come back and sing for all
A few lullabies to console your longing
For the hopes and dreams that you couldn't
Follow while you were staring at the sky

I refuse to lay around with all the rest
Viewing serene blue skies and conjuring up
Endless dreams and make believes
Because all I see are sapphire skies
Burning the time in a day with intensity
Melting away my dreams simultaneously
I must rush out into the world and experience
And accomplish the aspirations I had
Then I can return and sing lullabies
About all the beautiful things I remember
So that you can end your sobs
When you think of all the time you wasted

You see blue skies and day dream
I see sapphire skies and act and react
My lullabies will speak of the journey
The destination and the reward
Your state of dreaming will be
Manipulated by your remorse
Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 12, 2016 Bianca Reyes©
 Dec 2015 Katelyn
Antonio
My poems are sad, yet they make me glad, they bring me joy. I mock you and your actions and it makes me content, with how you left. Broken down, in my weakest state you sent me the pictures, revealed your true face. Blame myself, but truly it's you, wish for the best for the pair of you.
Closure for a wound that's been open for far too long. Peace

Enjoy the south Oshawa filth willow in pity where you belong.
Apparently I can be a ****...
 Dec 2015 Katelyn
Antonio
Mirrors
 Dec 2015 Katelyn
Antonio
I looked in the mirror, I was greeted with your face in place of mine.
Who have i become, accustomed to feel numb. For i am happy now, knowing your regrets. Do i find joy, in whats eating you alive?
That cant be, that is not me. Suffice to say, my knuckles are bloodied and the mirror is not intact.
well ****.... gotta buy a mirror now.

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