From a Boy's View

From a Boy's View

A Poem by Raven Wilson
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Aug. 31, 2010

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I can’t keep the lyrics out of my head-
The ones I used to sing-
About you-
About me-
About us-

What comes after you?
What am I supposed to do when everything
I ever did revolved around only you
When every breath I breathed tasted of your lips.

Look at what you’ve done-
Just one song for you then I’m finished-
Just one song-
Then I’m done-
Then I’m gone-

What comes after the pain?
How am I supposed to move on when everything
was all my fault
When every look I looked was at you.

I can’t stop the poetry-
That you once wrote-
For me-
For you-
For him-

What comes after the tears?
When will they stop falling
Over you-
When every tear I shed, I shed for you.

I can’t stop the ending
Where you hurt me so
Where I cry-
Where I hide-
When there was nothing I could do.

© 2010 Raven Wilson


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...I can't stop the poetry...

That is a truly consequential line...very good fit, disappointment and the constant heartsearching that follows.

Nice work...!

Posted 13 Years Ago


You tug at the heart strings without mercy.
This is beautiful work. It would make a great
song.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The transition of the stanzas worked for me. I really felt like I could imagine and relate to this.

Wonderful

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love it. because honestly it true.! you are amazingg.! (:

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I kinda, sorta felt that at one point. No tears though, just poetry! I Like how u changed perspectives.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is so sad and deep, you could really feel the emotions of the loss of the one she loved, great write.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Raven Wilson
Raven Wilson

~~, NY



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My name is Raven, I currently reside in a very obscure little town near the Canadian border in New York. At this moment I am eighteen years of age. My favorite topics deal with heartbreak, pain, loss,.. more..

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