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MS Nov 2013
I have always wondered
why do we align our words
to a certain spot on the paper,
like they're an animal
being put in its cage.
Why                                                        ­                                                                 ­                         
                                                     cant                                                             ­             
our                                                ­                                                  
words         ­                           
go                                                              ­                                                                 ­ 
wherever                                                        ­    
they                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                       
want?            


*Set them Free
MS Nov 2013
This poem might not get read.
Ever.
I really only do this to clear my head
of the dreams
that never came true,
of the people
I wish I still knew,
and and the memories
I need to leave behind.

I need to *keep moving forward.
MS Nov 2013
When I  was little
I would sit on mama's lap
and she would sing me a song
so I would fall asleep.

I'm a big girl now.
Big girls don't sit on mama's lap.
Do they?
Is that weird?

To be honest,
when I can't sleep
I sit on mama's lap
and she sings me a song.

Shhhh...
Don't tell anybody.
It's a secret.
I'm a big girl now.

**Big girls don't need Mama
MS Nov 2013
Yesterday,
I wanted to die.
Today,
I'm glad I didn't.

Things Change.
It gets better.
**Never lose hope.
MS Nov 2013
Adam

I love you
is all I have to say.
I think you should know
I cried while you were away.
Without you
I feel like a part of me is missing,
like I'm
             f
               a
                   l
                      l
                         i
                            n
                                g­
                                        apart.

I love you Adam
MS Nov 2013
Red is the color of love

It's the roses
he gave you for your birthday.
It's the color your face turns
when he holds your hand.
It's the lipstick
you left on his cheek.

It's the red velvet cake
on your wedding day
and the bow
you put in your baby girl's hair.
It's the her first bicycle
and her first car.

Now, It's the roses
he buys her for her birthday.
It's the color her face turns
when he holds her hand.
It's the color your face turns
as the tears stream down your face
on your baby girl's wedding day.

It's her turn to be Red

— The End —