All MyselfA Poem by Brianna WoodwardA perfect paradise, just you and I. All is quiet, except your eyes. They sing of life and love and us; they paint a picture of what’s to come: of stolen kisses, of surprise hugs, of wiped away tears and forgotten wars, of you and I, but mostly love.
But then you’re gone. And I’m just left with all myself… © 2012 Brianna Woodward
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StatsAuthorBrianna WoodwardNYAboutAn unpublished teenage author (though hoping to change the first part). Just the usual small(ish) town girl, living in a lonely world, except the city boy missed his midnight train going an.. more..Writing
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