The difference

The leaves began to change, and the candy tasted too sweet.

I didn’t want to be around people, I had discovered the life we cherish was a one way street.

My vision was getting blurry and my head began to pound.

I still remember the crashing sound;

Of when my heart began to break, as my world was torn in two.

A divorce, is what they call it, “they’re getting a divorce, who knew?”.  


Opinions altered as I watched how love walked out of lives on two feet.

Opinions altered as all the relationships in my world changed to pointless from sweet.

I no longer thought love was real, because my model for it broke to the ground.

I still remember the crashing sound.

My vision tainted with lies, not knowing what side was true.

I chose to believe what I knew;


Or was growing to know, as I accidentally stepped on a pair of feet.

Belonging to a boy so sweet.

Love is what we make it, love goes around.

In order to keep it, you make a place that is safe and sound.

Everybody’s love burns different red, purple, blue.

Even though it sometimes doesn’t last, I’ll give it my best boohoo.


This poem is about: 
My family


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