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Michaela Sep 2014
The rain fell down with half its might;
trying to smite the flowers.
But the bed was merely lodged,
The rain used half its power.
There was nothing could be done,
The rain could not pretend.
The flowers waited for the sun
To lift them up again.
It's basically a personal allegory in which I reference Lodged by Robert Frost, because I really relate to that poem.
Michaela Sep 2014
I wrote your name.
On myself, my walls,
every scrap of paper I could find.
Tenaciously trying not to forget.
I wrote your name, and in it,
every word you said.
Fighting sleep as it called to me.

But when I awoke; it was gone.
I could not remember why
I wrote your name.
Michaela Sep 2014
The day is long-
my thoughts are few.
I must stop thinking
about you.

Must black out the sun,
Must fold up the sky.
And somehow return
To before July.

There is a time
When minds should dwell.
It wasn't mine. I knew that well.

— The End —