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The wind blows through the trees and whisper their songs.
The waves rolls their laughter along.
Your heartbeat whispers its love.
That's my favorite whisper of all.
 Oct 2012 Sarita Crandall
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youth
 Oct 2012 Sarita Crandall
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since i was a child
i felt like i didn't fit in
with all the other
children

i didn't understand
the way they worked
i couldn't wrap my mind
around the way
their minds
worked

and i'd hate to sound pretentious
or as if i'm better than them
because i spent my time reading
and lying about the boys
that didn't actually
throw my flip flops in
the water

i'm not sure
why i wanted their attention
or their approval
and i'm not sure
why i even wanted their friendship
since we never
had anything
in common

but this begs another question
that i can't answer either
which upsets me greatly
and constantly has me asking
"what if"

if i hadn't cared
what the others thought
in middle school
would i have
'gone steady'
with the boy everyone
made fun of
even though i thought
he was cute

but that's all right
because i am glad
with where things are
in my life right now
even if i sometimes
spend nights thinking
about all of those what ifs
because my brain somehow
can't shut off
with all of its
white noise
and troubling thoughts
the way your hand felt
sliding up my shirt
the other one making its efforts
to unbutton my jeans
you were trembling
it must have been scary
to be so new at this
knowing how many times
I have been here
your innocence was alluring
I wanted it
and you gave it to me
so happily and willingly
you'll always be
a hopeless romantic
for a lady who
can write.
Her eyes, that pleading look, pulls me in
As though, the windows to her soul, say she needs a friend
In the beginning, I would have barely noticed her
My life was for myself, and my outlook was self-centered
As time progressed through it's normal stance
And bad relationships caused me to step back and have my thoughts rendered
The light from her mind
How beautiful, how kind
her outlook on life
was almost a sign
I wished to be the White Knight that whisked her away
But now, I find it ever so hard to simply stay
But, I know that it's time to try
Though, I still don't want to say goodbye.

— The End —