Poetry

I try to meet the next

but it's not quite right

he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh

he doesn't show his affection for me like  you do

he doesn't know me like you know me

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He can see kids glowing in the kitchen, 
Hands sticky with sweet gossip, 

Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he, 
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on, 

A girl stood alone 

on the edge of the world, 

scared to fall, 

but somehow she could not leave 

Her heart pounding, 

Her chest screaming, 

I have this little balcony

On the second floor of my house

My big white house

With gold fixtures

In this town in sunny so cal

They say the eyes

Are the windows to the soul

Stained glass

Of brown and green and blue

I look into her eyes

The eyes that match the color

From the moment you are born you enter into a world outside of all that is safe and cozy. Thrust upon lands. Joining a world of thought known only when you are at peace with your being.

Everybody fears death

Until they’re already dead

Left for the people who hunt the weak and support the strong

Am I wrong?

I’ve heard it all before

It is wrong for me 

to want to hold you close

and tell you that it'll all be okay,

even if I have no way of knowing

if it will be?

A kid simplified and broken down

Reduced to a microphone in their hand,

The notes that leave their lips.

This child is more than this.

“You are my daughter”

If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..

I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.

Plain but not ugly.

I've never been called beautiful.

Beautiful is for people who match some standard.

The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.

Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.