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y i k e s Mar 2014
you are the sun on a hot summer's day

you are the clouds on a cold, rainy day

you are the first flower that blooms upon spring's arrival

you are the first tear that falls when a young adult gets into their dream college

you are the smile that grows along a child's face when they meet their hero

you are the first hit song from a breakthrough band

you are the first line of an inspirational speech

you are the first 'A' on someone's straight A report card

you are the quality of sound that comes from a brand new pair of headphones

you are the first star to shine at night

you are the first letter written with a brand new inkwell pen

you are the cheers of a teenager, when they finally get their permit

you are the sound of laughter

you are the sound of happiness

you are the blush that grows along my cheek, when you make an appearance

you are everything well in the world

and you are my dream.
y i k e s Mar 2014
change.

change is not something i am very fond of.
this new update is an example of a bad change...
y i k e s Mar 2014
everything is suddenly clear now

sorry i misinterpreted your actions
i hope you two are happy
y i k e s Mar 2014
cozy and protective
arms of warmth
wrapped around a bundle of mess
about to self destruct

safe and sound
feelings of comfort and enjoy
wrapped inside a bundle of wonder and perfection

my wonderwall
my comfort
my security
my happiness
my lust
my everything
my sweater
y i k e s Mar 2014
you just
dont seem
to understand
how i
feel anymore
first shot at a 10w poem
y i k e s Mar 2014
hands made of stone
heart made of rubber

eyes full of tears
shoes full of dirt

kicked to the curve, covered in rocks
eyes becomes a waterfall, heart bent out of place
y i k e s Mar 2014
grab me a shovel so i can dig a hole
six feet deep
and six feet wide

i'll live with the bugs
and trade stories about how we once were so close
to being successful

and how i once had a chance
to become something great

deep down, i'll rot in a box
that holds the memories of what i once was;

a budding seed with so may chances at being successful
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