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young poet Sep 2014
The heart wants
What the heart wants
And your heart wants me
It Could of been a love story
Alas
I long for another

friends

Its a beautiful word
And yet so ugly
So dark and full of despair

Some times
When I'm low
I think about what it would be like
If I loved you back

wouldn't it be lovely
simple
But I'm anything but simple.
young poet Sep 2014
I sat on the dew stricken grass
Soaking up the morning sun
The sweet fragrance of spring flowers filled my nostrils
The birds sung like a choir.
I could almost taste the spring air
Sickly sweet  

I love mornings
For they are so quiet
Like a fresh start
Yesterday is in the past
A new day
A new me
*A new morning
young poet Sep 2014
You're not like anyone I've ever met
You stay in your shell
But somehow you trick others
Into thinking they're seeing the real you
Not the mask you wear

Shells are made to protect
Yours doesn't

When you're left in the playground
All by yourself
It cuts deep

I have a bad feeling
You're shells going to shatter when im not around to pick up the pieces,
And to tell you how perfect you are

Although you say you're fine
I see though your mask, your shell
You're just a lost kid trying to find where she fits in
for a friend
young poet Sep 2014
squealing
yelling
laughing
Smiling

happiness

All of these things people associate with you
But I have seen a different side of you
One that not many people see
You have not let me see this side by choice
I'm not even sure you know about this girl in side of you

I'm talking about the delicate little girl who is unsure of whats going on Around her

Every one talks about old souls
But you
You're a young soul

Your growing up in a world where maturity  is expected
Didn't you hear?
12 is the new 15

You're constantly hyperactive
Is it to hide how uncertain you are?
Or are you just going though a phase
Like all children do
about a girl
young poet Sep 2014
Although you don't talk a whole lot
Your eyes tell your story
Your an open book to me

You're never quite living in reality
You're always
Thinking
dreaming
Wishing

You don't seem to realize how beautiful you are

How much you remind me of myself at a young age
And darling take it from someone who's had there best friend ripped away
Who didn't have anyone there when they needed someone the most  

Wether you realize it or not
Theres always someone there
You just have to look
for a friend
young poet Sep 2014
You're A tiny spit fire
You're all ways laughing
Always smiling
Driving me to insanity is your favorite game
Im not really sure why you infuriate me  
Maybe it's because you're so happy
All the time
So naive
so careless

You don't let the poison of this corrupted world
Taint your your sprit
Maybe
Just maybe its because I was like you
Before the world creeped up on me
and shattered my perfect image of this imperfect world

So
Young spit fire
Try to keep your naive soul intact
as long as you can
for a younger friend
young poet Sep 2014
Barking orders
I am a person to you know
Just because i'm young
Doesn't make me any less human
Although your word isn't law,
It may as well be

Respect is earned
Not given

You haven't been here long
But it feels like an eternity
I have fought your ruling
At every turn you shoot me down
Your everything I don't like
Everything that is wrong with this world

Teacher or Dictator
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