My Poetry

From the Desk of 19 Yr Old Me


Harvesting memories I can't relinquish,
People would never know because I never told a soul,
Yet instead I cried tears,
Didn't know if she would be here or not,
And was it my fault or not,
Now they put me on the spot,
And I'm speechless because she killed her soul,
Or maybe not,
Maybe it was just the kids that destroyed her,
In the end just wanted to say they loved her,
Now these memories pop back up from when I was a teen,
What do I do?
I harvest them and say it wasn't you.
-Feb 2008

Peace & Love


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