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My life was a book I had left on the shelf
A story I always said I would read
Collecting dust and coffee stains
Although I don’t even like coffee
But then I met you.
And for the first time,
Today is frozen
in blue and white
we live to stall
upon a blank page
This picture, now
a photograph
In black and white
How can an absence of matter provide so much intimidation?
Your pure white eyes glaring at me with utter frustration,
Screaming at me to try, to experiment, to dream
As the sun slowly rises
And gently wakes me with the touch of its ray,
Seventh grade, my friends left me
All I had to console me was family
A new Taylor Swift C.D.
The melody
School was tough with no seat
No one to meet
When it was time to eat,
I could live all by myself,
Yet never be alone.
Two covers and a spine,
Can make a charming home.
Wallpaper of rustling pages,
Songbirds warbling in verse,
Even when I die
My voice shall cry
Immortalized through
The mind`s eye
Even if I rot
You will not forgot
You will hear my poetry
More than the ticking of the clock
