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Edited on Mon May-07-07 08:11 PM by YellowRubberDuckie
I never share my poetry...but I decided to go ahead and share this. Please let me know what you think, and if you have questions, please ask.
What You Make It By Duckie
Some days she cries And she doesn’t know why. The pain haunts her through the walls Some days her head is so full, sleep is a dream.
She has love in her life, but it is not her family “Family is what you make it,” she says, But she still longs for the love of a sister she lost long ago. She holds on the memories of the love of a father Lost one winter day, Sad she doesn’t have him to hold onto in the rain.
But there is a boy that is the sun He loves her no matter what she has done The days she can’t hold him are days of gray The days she can are summer days with too much heat.
“Life is what you make it,” she says as she puts on her shades, She starts her car, loaded down with hope, Leaving the home that was always just a house since one winter day, Smiling she leaves and has thoughts of never returning. She feels free Because tomorrow is bright, the pain yesterday a dream “Love is what you make it,” she says and she smiles She lays down to dream, her head full of sleep.
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