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 Mar 2018 Neeraj
Debbie Brindley
Why was I giving
such a perfect love
Then have it so cruely
taken away

I really thought
my perfect love
by my side would forever stay

Is this what life throws at you
in order to make you strong
Some of life's challenges
are just nasty
and feel so wrong

I don't want you
to leave me
on this earth all alone
Everythings so twisted
makes my body
as cold as stone

Some days are so dark
for me
I think of ways
for us to go together
But then I think of our children  
their love I truly treasure

So I try to see the good things
that I have in what is my life
And to be there
for our children
in the good times
and when there's strife

I know that I can't leave this place
So I shall carry on
with a broken heart
And love you
till the very end
Until death do us part
Sad days
 Feb 2018 Neeraj
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.

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