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YOUNG POET
THAT NIGHT
Why was it that night?
Why was he the one?
I didn't give it to him,
Before I knew it he was done.
I imagined I was somewhere else
The the pain wasn't really there.
But every time I look in my eyes
I see it lurking near.
I wish that I had known enough.
I wished that I could scream.
But every morning I wake up
And know it's not a dream.
I see his face inside my mind.
I hear the normal sounds.
They aren't so normal anymore,
And cause my heart to pound.
I hope someday they will believe.
I hope they will take care.
For if I can save just one girl
I will know why I am here.
This is my first posted poem. Please email me if you like it or if you have any advice. I hope to add some pictures an other poetry and links but this is my first webpage and I'm kind of taking it slowly.
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