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I have nothing else in this world
But what's inside my head
All the pain, emotion and thoughts
Of the my loved ones, dead
But I know writing wont bring them back.
I approach poetry as a teenager approaching the first date,
as a 12th grader approaching the SATs,
as a spelling bee-er approaching a word she's never known
I.
In a web of lies
Trapped in the very center
Did a young girl rest.
II.
Did she know her doom?
The Spider was approaching fast
Escape seemed futile.
III.
Her name had been lost
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
