Coffee Shop Poetry
OK--so you are all very aware of my coffee addiction. I thought maybe we could have a little poetry slam on our blog. Here you will post your choice of the seven poems that we have written in the last couple of weeks. Choose wisely. This is for all the world to see!
posted by mmoritz at
2/13/2007 01:56:00 PM
36 Comments:
I have biked 90 miles in three days!
Always built for the tough terrain,
I loved spinning those wheels again and again.
One day, my dad walked into the room.
And he said to me, “Hey, what are you gonna do?”
And I said, “LET’S BIKE, TO THE GROCERY STORE,
AND AFTER THAT, WE CAN BIKE SOME MORE!”
So we started the ride,
Stopped at DQ along the way.
I bought a Mudslide.
And my dad bought a Banana Cream Parfait.
Ten miles down, seventy more to go.
Next thing I know, we’re near the movie store.
Picked up a copy of
And after that, we biked some more.
We realized we had biked all day.
Now we needed a place to stay.
We should either check in, or go the other way.
We checked in, showing thirty on the odometer for the day.
Woke up the next morning, fresh and ready.
The sun shown bright, the clouds all hiding.
I reckoned it was a day I’d be gettin’ pretty sweaty.
Yet, it was perfect, for some all day bike riding.
On our way, we found a small shop.
Mile thirty-five found us a cute place for tea and keepsakes.
I bought a little statue, and my dad got a pop.
I could have biked longer, but the statue made the stop anything but a mistake.
Next thing we knew we were at a new stop.
Mile forty-seven lead us to a green, luscious school park.
We saw some birds, kids with chalk, and two others playing sock ‘em bop.
I hoped that last punch to the smaller kid didn’t leave a mark.
Mile fifty-nine, awfully close to the sixtieth mile mark.
The sun was anything but bright.
In fact, the sky was getting pretty dark.
We found another hotel, and stayed another night.
Day Three; it was the last.
Rainy and cool; such a perfect day.
With just one stop, it went by very fast.
We met a new friend named Matt,
He wore a red shirt and bright green shoes.
He helped us fix a flat.
Let’s say I wouldn’t have asked him for help, if it were up to me to choose.
After that incident, we got on the road.
Our legs were numb, and we didn’t have anywhere else to roam.
We decided we were done with our 90 mile load,
So we ditched our bikes, kept our souvenirs, and took a taxi home!
I still have to edit some, but I think so far, it's rather humorous.
By
KylieYoum, at 1:51 PM
Meadow
A field of white, and yellow, gold,
With sunlight shining down on Earth,
Suppressed emotions soon unfold,
And with them come the soul’s rebirth,
A dance uplifts the heavy heart,
Upon the grass, so green and fair,
A song revives the life apart,
The wind can carry all despair,
A whisper sets a peaceful tone,
Beneath the fluffy clouds, so pure,
A prayer unfetters one alone,
The one above defends demure.
:)-alison
PS: Kylie, yours was so funny, !!!
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AlisonB, at 2:38 PM
Thou love in his year
hang in that death-bed
where black glowing ashes fadeth away.
Strong yellow leaves shake twilight behold
This second consumed by choirs.
Sunset such love see'st doth ruined
birds thy perceivest, nourished those deaths
late after sweet, bare cold.
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erikaw, at 3:12 PM
Please, Mom, I Want Some More
Please, Mom, I want some more;
Your cookies are so good I’d eat them off the floor.
To me, chocolate chip is the best kind.
You know that, Ma, ‘cause you’re not blind.
I smell that smell with such strong desire,
I would smell it with joy even if they caught fire.
And the taste! Oh the taste!
I must savor it slowly, never eat it with haste.
Sweet chocolate chips that melt oh just so:
A thousand times better than Anisette de Bordeaux.
So please, mom, how much would it hurt
To give me one more; let’s call it dessert?
One more cookie, Mom, and I’ll even do chores
Just please, Mom, please, I want some more.
I just wanted to put some illegal commentary here. I find it strange that posting at this time there are still only 3 here... :0
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Tina L, at 3:46 PM
My dad is a radish farmer in Romania
Not Italy, Greece, or Albania.
His terrible habit of harvesting radish
Is making him look quite fattish
When I was a child
With skin white, fair, and mild
My friends they would laugh with a terrible tease
Sometimes even sting me with bees.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I would cry
While they pulled my underwear up toward the sky.
Mean jokes they would yell, cruel rhymes they chanted
Once in class I was depanted.
Now I live in a mental institution
With nice white padded walls for cushion.
Childhood loneliness may derange
This straight jacket is giving me mange.
What you asked caused all of this mania?
May father is a radish farmer in Romania.
By
tim c, at 3:49 PM
The sun is the frame wherein the painter is hanging still,
You see his delights to my body in thine eyes.
Now see what peep tis' held, pictured lies,
Mine eye and perspective hath played true image.
Beauty's form, grace their art.
Thy painter turns eyes for my breast,
That hath his cunning want, thine for me.
The painter's art, windows to thy shape, and my bosoms shop,
For through the table of my heart, they see, know it is best.
By
Liz, at 4:01 PM
Persuasive Poem
Arapahoe your wonderful,
You truly are the best,
But your student would do better,
If you gave them more time to rest.
Its really not that hard,
just start the day a bit later,
And if you do this simple thing,
Your test scores will be greater.
If you would stop starting the day,
In the wee hours of the morning,
You students will pay attention,
Instead of thinking it was boring.
And if you do this simple thing,
You surly won't regret it,
Your students will be joyous,
And the school will be a huge hit!
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haleycc, at 4:15 PM
Music
Birds sing,
Bells ring
Hammers pound,
Trumpets sound
Each in their true voice
Bringing music to the world
Starting as a simple beat
And soon a melody to greet
Contrasting sounds all combine
All encompassed in a shrine
Music transforms noise into art
Music is not the language of musicians
But the language of the soul
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KatieO2010, at 4:29 PM
Give Me Food or Give Me Death
Please, Mommy dearest, give me some food
Or I will be in a very bad mood!
I’d be satisfied to eat
A sugary chocolate treat,
Even something sour
Wouldn’t make me glower!
I’ll do anything for sustenance,
But please prove your providence,
And do it soon
Or I shall resort to eating raccoon.
This is my final plea:
Feed me now or I will die hungrily!
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Rachel K, at 5:05 PM
DON'T MAKE ME GO
Oh Mother dear
I’m sick I fear!
A fever and a headache too,
Aren’t those symptoms of the flu?
My runny nose, it has foretold
That I have the common cold.
Now look at this, its chicken pox,
Why you could play connect the dots!
Quickly, help me find the sofa
I may fall into a coma.
Malaria, I’ve got it bad…
Those constant seizures drive me mad!
Hey, when’d we get a purple cow?
I think I am insane right now.
Now what parent, may I ask,
Would have a sick child do the task
Of sitting in class at high school
Why frankly that would be quite cruel.
Surely being that you’re so kind,
So great that you I have enshrined,
You would not have me work all day
When such dire illness I portray,
Could leave me dead in just a moment,
No you won’t induce such torment.
Though sacrificing school is shocking,
Death at my door is surely knocking.
To live life free of pain and woe,
Please oh please don’t make me go!
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ka.churchill, at 5:15 PM
THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK (comparison poem)
Battle cries ring out over head,
Blood spurts on the ground
Defiling the dead.
Scot and Brits, courageous all,
Swords clash and spears thunk
Mighty warriors fall.
The sun rises over the hill,
A new day--brings hope
To the still.
Still the Battle of Falkirk rages on
Still no one know who’s lost
And who has won.
* * *
A battle is necessary for anything
To be won.
A mother is necessary for any song
To be sung.
As a warrior yells his battle cry,
A mother defends her child,
As a warrior breathes his last sigh,
A mother will walk for miles.
It’s a never-ending battle
Raising a headstrong daughter,
But it is a warrior’s job…
Hopefully without the slaughter.
* * *
The gore, the bravery, the
Sacrifices made.
The friends who jump in front of the sword
So that others might be saved.
The horses, the pages, loyal
To the end.
The healers running about the battlefield
Making wounds mend.
Then the sun rises over the
Dark meadow.
Warriors raise their swords--standing next to friends
Defying the shadow.
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RachelP, at 6:08 PM
Randy and I
For many years I have wondered
What my life would have been like
If I had known them
If I had been given the chance to be influenced
By people whose blood ran through my veins
With people whom I could share so much with
But at the same time no words would have to be exchanged
And everyone would know what was said.
True it was great growing up
With my big brother Randy but I
Have always wondered what it would have been
Like to grow up with the other two
My other two brothers that I have only heard mention of
He tries his best but Randy cannot bare to tell much
It still hurts too much to remember that frightful day
I was just so young that I do not remember.
Although sometimes I think it is for the best
As I cannot imagine what Randy has to go through
Each and every day of his life with me as a constant reminder
Of our parents and two brothers.
They were just a little older than me when the accident happened
Mom and dad had just been killed in a car accident late one foggy night
Which left Randy to raise the three of us
We were so much younger and that was what mom and dad had wanted
So Randy willingly obliged without a fuss.
Just two short years later when we were finally all adjusted to this new life
Another tragic day occurred that affected the rest of us for all eternity.
We were on our way by foot to the store
Single file with Randy in the back myself just in front of him and the two other brothers leading
I tripped and fell so Randy was helping me to get up
My other brothers ran ahead
Just as they were told to wait for us
A car screeched to a halt by the deserted roadside
As quickly as the car arrived a man in a black jacket
Picked up the two little boys and shoved them into a car and drove off
As hard as he tried Randy just could not get them back
After that frightful day it was just Randy and I.
We made the best of life in all situations
And what he taught me I shall always remember
He was a good man who was forced into tough situations
His strong will and determination helped him to survive.
I hope that you will keep all this in mind
As you remember and celebrate life.
By
Alyse, at 6:41 PM
In My Brother’s Shadow
I’ve learned many things in my short 8-year-old-life.
Many, many things
I won’t soon forget.
Of all those lessons I learned,
I know there will always be one
That haunts my waking moments,
Surrounds my daily life, filling it with
Vengeance, fear, loathing, hate.
My brother’s shadow.
He was always better than me,
My older brother.
I look up to him, admired him
Wanted to be just like him.
But the truth:
I was just lost within his shadow.
Our father never acknowledged me
I was just lost in
My brother’s shadow.
Then that one day came
That one hallow day.
And I knew why I was never meant to be
My brother.
He changed more than one life that day
The day he drove the wrong way down the highway.
Not only that innocent life lost, but mine as well.
Of the lessons I learn during my life, none will mean more
Than living in my brother’s shadow.
By
Rachel L, at 6:52 PM
Daddy, May I?
My daddy is the best daddy in town,
No one could find such a dad any where around.
My dad is pretty tall
And he says he knows it all.
My daddy loves his kids the most,
That is why he loves to boast,
That he is so very proud
Of how I stand above the crowd.
He is such a caring man,
I loved it when he held my hand.
His love for me is quite abundant,
And yet it never seems redundant.
He has spoiled me because I am his last,
Therefore, I feel I must ask,
Daddy, may I have a car,
If I promise you, I won’t stray far?
A car would be quite useful, you see.
It seems very obvious to me,
That it would be beneficial to both of us,
And I won’t have to take the bus.
I could drive my friends to and from school,
Daddy, you won’t have to be the carpool!
I wouldn’t have to bother you with petty chores,
I could run myself up to the store!
Don’t worry daddy, I’ll be careful,
There is no reason for you to be fearful.
I won’t break the law, I’ll follow all of the rules,
You know who my friends are, we aren’t fools.
I’m a good kid dad, but you already know that,
And girls are more responsible than boys, it’s a fact!
So what do you say daddy, will you give this car idea a whirl?
Signed, with love, your precious darling, little girl.
By
SarahE2010, at 6:53 PM
Cool and refreshing on a hot,hot
day.
Chocolate, vanilla,strawberry, or swirl
Sprinkles exploded
A staw for me
A spoom for you
A milkshake a most delightful treat
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kaytlinr, at 7:10 PM
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse
Then all of a sudden,
Came a distant crash
And I knew it was Santa
Delivering his stash
But I wasn’t sure
If I had been naughty or nice,
So I got out of bed
Without thinking twice
I tiptoed downstairs
Making almost no sound
And then saw a sight
Which was totally profound
Under the mistletoe
Stood Santa and Mom
Kissing each other
Like they were at prom
I was struck dumb
Standing there in the cold
Waiting to see
What else would unfold
All of a sudden
They broke apart
And I decided
It was time to depart
I snuck back upstairs
And into my bed
Trying to get that image
Out of my head
For years and years
I wondered why
My mom had been
Kissing that guy
Now I’m all grown up
And my hair is all white
But I still remember
What I saw that night
And now I know
What it was all about
But I still won’t let
Mom’s secret get out
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kyle, at 7:31 PM
Oh, Mrs. Moritz, look at the trees
And listen to the birds, and watch the bees.
Look at the sun, shining so bright
Play with the fireflies as they dance thought the night.
Watch the children, see how much they enjoy
Every moment they spend with that one special toy.
Now look at your students, so worn and weary.
See their eyes droop, their minds so dreary.
They no longer remember the meaning of fun,
Now all that they can do is rehearse the sum
Of five plus five and ten plus ten,
You teachers don’t even realize that we’re just children.
So please, Mrs. Moritz, for the good of mankind
Don’t give your students homework, or else I fear that you’ll find
That the kids of today, although they are smart
Can’t handle all of your homework, no matter how strong their heart.
Because when you assign them homework, the only thing you’re assuring
Is that when they grow up, they will turn out to be quite boring.
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.hardcore.love., at 7:52 PM
I Know That So and So Is Cheating on Her Boyfriend
Back when I was in high school
I learned a dirty secret
the girl who was way too cool
was cheating on her on her boyfriend
But how did I learn, you ask
this awesome gossipy news
this knowledge in which I bask
I heard it at lunch one day
Walking by the theatre table
I hear her talking about boys
I listened as well as I was able
She said she was a cheater
Why on earth would she do that?
She said he was very dull
and was also very fat
I thought she was too picky
I wonder why I'm concerned
when I didn't know her name
but this secret I had learned
She was cheating on her man
Why she would cheat
I still didn't know
because I asked too many questions
so she threw me in the snow
By
Laine G, at 7:54 PM
Can hearts still break after they’ve stopped beating?
Does the pain stay inside them, or just fade?
They’re no longer useful or have meaning
For so long they’ve been hidden in the shade
They were beautiful once before. But now
Their beauty has shattered into pieces,
So small that they’re nonexistent. And thou
Stares blank-eyed while the pain inside ceases
Don’t care what ends up happening to me
Whether I shall stay living, or just die
To my heart you will never find a key
No matter how hard you try, I’ll deny
You any access to enter my heart
For you have already torn me apart
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.hardcore.love., at 7:56 PM
HEY LADIES AND GENTS! READ MY POEM, IT'LL MAKE YOU LAUGH!
Song of Woe
I've often listened to the birds in flight
I've heard the snowy owl at night
I know the cardinal by his shriek
And the robin's song can make me weak
A flamingo's warble is loud and shrill
And the blackbird's song louder still
A swan has got a whistling ring
But, O! Despair, I cannot sing
I like to carry a melody
I've been known to hum a tune or three
I can shampoo my hair and la-la-la
Recite an opera's finest aria
You see, my voice is not so bad
In fact, my songs might make you glad
But compared to a musician or choir kid
My notes sound like a tire skid!
I can hit the low notes, one by one
Scales are even rather fun
But once I'm up in the stratosphere
I'm not the sound you'd like to hear
All those sopranos make me nervous
I get a crawling sensation in my epidermis
I squeak I squeal I cry I moan
I just don't sound so great alone
This is my lament and fate
But things are not all second rate
Once I know some notes and words
I work doubly hard to match the birds
My musical auditions aren't so swell
But get past that, and I sing rather well
Just please give me half a chance
Because I sure do act and dance!
I'll be honest; I'm kind of a klutz
But hold back all your ifs, and, or buts!
Dancing really isn't so tricky
I'll learn the steps 'cause I'm not picky
And acting, why, at that I'm good
(At least, I hope so, knock on wood!)
I'll memorize lines and speak out bold
I'm not shy at all, or so I'm told
So please please please with sugar on top
Before you stand up and holler stop!
Grit your teeth and get through my song
Really, it won't last very long
Give me a shot; I'll work like heck
To make the musical the best it's been yet!
Give this poor girl an opportunity
I'll make the show the best it can be
All I ask is a tiny spot on the cast
And then I can say at last
By golly, look what I managed to do
And then my heart would sing…like a bird, or two.
By
CMeghan, at 8:00 PM
My Grandma is a Waffle
My grandma is a waffle
She can be cold and hard
But warms up over time
My Grandma is a waffle
She is getting stale
But for now she is still useable
My grandma is a waffle
She has a thick tan skin
But is soft on the inside
My grandma is a waffle
She uses too much butter
And always comes with jelly
My grandma is a waffle
By
Barry Tischler, at 8:05 PM
Let me in the show
I know you dont know me all that well,
But man I've got a story to tell.
But before I start talking, is that a new tie,
Maybe a new suit, or do you just look spry
Its not that important i'm not the most graceful thing,
But dont let that stop you, you should hear me sing.
I bet you didnt know musicals are my passion,
So please let me in and show some compassion.
Please let me in now, I'm running out of time,
If you dont, I'll consider it a crime.
So when the time comes, to choose all the cast,
Always remember that I'll be a blast!
By
Natalie Jones, at 8:18 PM
The water embraces me, holding me steadily afloat.
It comforts me, holding me above the surface.
It carries me, wherever its current is bound.
It is a part of me, something I am forever bound too.
It gives me life and hope, with witch I live.
It is a source of happiness and glee.
It has both anger and love, but embraces me holding me steadily afloat.
By
Tony J., at 8:22 PM
Even though you don't seem to see
There are few that I know more responsible than me
I promise I won't do drugs and drink
Let me go to this party, please rethink!
My friends will all be there- you know that they're good
And if not, they are truly just misunderstood
So please, if you love me, if you honestly care
You'll allow to me to go to this little affair
Maybe you just just don't get how much it means
But really, Dad, this party will be the highlight of my teens
Please give me permission, I want to obey
But if not I'll figure out how to go anyway...
By
Whitney P, at 8:27 PM
FROM A PROSPECTIVE OF A GUY, FYI
She saved me that night,
When I was about to end my life.
Her lips and tounge languished for love,
And her heart was sweet with mercy.
She was like a gentle day in heaven,
She took my hand
And Breathed forth the sound that said,
"My love, do not greet hell."
By
kayla f, at 9:02 PM
Taxidermist Barbie
A severed deer head on the board--hey girls!
It's Taxidermist Barbie.
She can stuff birds and squirrels,
And boys and girls!
She comes complete with purple plastic gloves,
A pink and shiny, glittery tool case.
Despite the fact she stuffes one kickin' swan,
Her prices can't be beat.
Marvel at her mounted birds!
Just watch her mount a deer.
The feel of pine as she begins to place,
Head on the mounting board
A purple mounting board,
Get the marble
Eyes just right.
Taxidermist Barbie
Just got Taxidermist of the Year!
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melissaq, at 9:09 PM
Colorless entity
Keeper of the deepest wishes
Of clandestine desires
Guiding the path of the unknown
Reflecting the desires of only those willing to lend themselves
For even in the darkest of hours
The beacon of light foreshadows hope
Vivid images of the prospect of tomorrow
Lies in the hands of the believers
By
Martha P., at 10:27 PM
The wind rolls onto the shore, carrying with it the smell of salt. Her turquoise waters lure many for all around. That's when she swallows their souls, instaling within them an endless thrist for her beautiful. Through the barrage of countless waves, her soft foemy volice can be herd. Commanding them to long for her beauty and only hers.
By
Damian L., at 11:47 PM
Sometimes he would squat
On all fours
Like a bear.
Waiting for dusk,
Frail as a mayfly,
His secret wounds.
The boy among the majesty,
The bent weeds of the vacant lot,
Faster and faster,
The faithless air rose up to meet him.
Summer evenings whirl around
Across the porch, the drunken ground.
Down the street, and gently home,
He waits for someone dear to come.
A hand cocked back
His paper plane
The upturned chair
A licking rain
The summer evening whirls around
He crawls beneath it
Safely sound.
By
laura h., at 8:15 AM
"Spiders"
At the tender age
Of three and one half
I ate a spider
On a sunny day
On a big playground
I ate a spider
In front of my friends
Under the mokeybars
I ate a spider
I got dared
No, double-dog dared
To eat a spider
I can't recall
What possesed me
To eat a spider
I choose not to recall
What it tasted like
To eat a spider
Friends don't let friends eat live spiders.
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kmatthews, at 1:51 PM
A Mother’s Cry
Mothers watched the news today
Saw the death tolls, then they prayed
Please God let this war be won
So I don’t have to lose my son
All the young boys being so brave
Have mothers at home, who all say
Men, put away your silly toys,
Home is where I want my boy
Stop the Violence, Silence the Guns,
End the worry, just let it be done
We don’t need to risk their lives,
To keep a feeble flame alive
How many men must come home in a bag,
For our country just to raise a flag?
Our soldiers are brave, noble and just,
Doing their job of course is a must
But the cause must be as true,
To win the acceptance of me and you.
We want peace, and our brothers home,
So how much longer will they roam?
Do not let this cry go unheard
Feel the power behind our words
From every mother across the USA,
Please bring our troops home today.
By
ShannonH, at 4:09 PM
Insects ahh!! They are everywhere
Please please get um out quick they’re in my hair
Mighty locusts in my house
They tore apart a helpless mouse
They’ll stop at nothing till world domination
Save yourself call the fire station
Joe the exterminator tried to disinfect my home
It’s a travesty that he had to go in alone
They picked his eyes out
But the pain was so great he couldn’t even shout
They devoured his spleen and engulfed his kidneys
I sent my regards to his family in Sydney
The locusts have forced us to go underground
We must be careful they have a keen sense of sound
We have one last chance to exterminate the locusts
It must be well planned we must stay focused
We lost the battle the war is finished
We are now their slaves all hope is diminished
So if your house ever gets infested with locusts
Do something quickly before you become slaves
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Dan E, at 10:28 PM
Brown,
Milky,
Delicacy,
Chocolate.
Wrapped in a silver lining,
With a special surprise inside,
That will melt if it’s too late,
Chocolate.
Dark,
Milk,
White,
Chocolate.
Hershey’s,
Stover’s,
Wonka,
Chocolate.
Kaley K.
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mmoritz, at 8:36 AM
It is a shield from the cold, a sanctuary of warmth.
It is a fuzzy friend,
a hug of comfort.
It is a kiss of friendship,
a gift of joy.
It is a pair of loving arms holding on,
a happy love.
Caitlin L.
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mmoritz, at 8:38 AM
Will you go to the top with me?
Let me show you what I see.
It is different way up here,
Beyond the clouds it is so clear.
Your doubts will dissolve in my embrace,
Just don't give up running the race.
Will you go to the top with me?
All your fears will flee.
In me you will be strong enough, I say.
Sometimes you just won't see my way.
You will need to trust my decisions,
Even if they don't seem to be correct precision.
Will you go to the top with me?
I love you so much I will plea.
When you feel so alone and in the dark,
Hide in my shadow and it will leave no mark.
When you cry,
I will show you how to fly.
Will you go to the top with me?
Will you let me set you free?
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Chelsea, at 3:09 PM
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