Writing
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
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Scared to Fall in Love
What happens if I fall in love
And no one's there to catch me
What if I give them the world
And they ask for the universe
What do I do if falling in love
Is like free-falling but not knowing where
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Anger
Anger.
Anger is a thing I am not proud of.
Yet it happens, where I cannot control what I say or do.
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The Maple and The Sapling
The day is soft and silent.
Except for the quiet chirp of the crickets,
and the lonely breeze.
The pond has no animals to swim in its glory.
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The class period before lunch and recess
Loud and noisy
the 8th grade jury had taken over the partially empty classroom
with nothing to do
no work
(it was the second day after Thanksgiving break)
playing cards dancing through the air
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New Path
Walking to the path unknown
I hold unto the universe I knew
But eventually I knew soon I have to let go
For every weight in my hand has to fly away