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i know i am young,
i know i am only seventeen,
but when i think of him
and his incandescent smile,
my heart swells and beats in time
with the cadence of his alluring words

his mind is like no other,
filled with such deep
and captivating thoughts
that flutter from place to place
like a moth, and like a moth
i am drawn to his brilliance

i long to hold his face in my hands
and trace his lips with my fingertips
and when i close my eyes
all i see is the way he looks at me,
as if i’m the one who paints
the summer evening sky

i know i am young,
i know i am only seventeen,
but i think i could spend
the rest of my life searching
and never find anything
nearly as beautiful as
the way he loves me
Why Love?
If you will end up brokenhearted
Why have Friend?
If it wont last forever

Why talk?
If everyone is not listening to you
Why Ask?
If they cant answer your question

Why Live?
If you will die in the end
Why Sleep?
If you will wake up again

Why Cry?
If there's no one will wipe away all you tears
Why Laugh?
If you just going to pretend that your happy

Why being Good?
If being bad can make everyone notice you
Why Trust?
If they will betray you someday

Why bother to go to School
If that place is so boring
Why Study?
If you don't learn anything

Why believe there's a Satan?
If hell is not close to being real
Why have Life?
If death can easily take that away

Why Write?
If your not going to read it
Why Read?
IF the writer of this poem is no longer exist
He moves over me
A darkened image; blurred
Edges not yet defined
For how to define
That which you do not understand?

Or perhaps comprehension
Is simply ignored
In favour of ignorance
And silence becomes the refrain
From the truth hidden on our tongues.

He rises above me
But I do not feel small
For I do not feel anything
And our kisses taste of guilt
And half spoken secrets
And I wonder, oh how I wonder
If he knows that they do.

And if he cares, like I wish to care
If he wonders
Of the troubles that we do not share
Separate lives, joined but temporarily
Yet not united, still apart
Drifting on a sea of sadness
Caught in the same tide
But not going the same way.
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