Third ClassA Poem by ScoutYou looked up at me eyes of swirly blue they looked glossy about to fill with tears I see the worry and the fear We're trapped and we can not save ourselves but you do not understand that You tug at my clothing and ask what is happening I stare into your eyes seeing your innocence I think of what to say because the truth will make you cry so I decided to lie and tell you everything will be allright The trust you have in me calms you down This only makes things worst for me because I know in an hours time the both of us will not exsist © 2010 Scout |
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1 Review Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorScoutMesa, AZAboutI love writing and reading. It is the best feeling to sit down and write out your feelings in poetry, or imagine a dream world and write a novel. I can not imagine not writing ever, it is like my oxyg.. more..Writing
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