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Holy poop...i was diging through my garage yesterday right? Lookin for my skateboard helmet. When what do i find??? My FIRST ever poetry scrap book! I havent seen this thing in about 2 years. I started it when i was about 14. Well im 20 now. And there are still plenty of empty pages in the thing. Im pretty excited about this. Anyway, here is my fav poem i found in the book. Me and my first girlfriend wrote this together. I wrote half and she wrote half. And it came out pretty damn good. (Dont tell the rap/hip hop community what i am about to tell yall.) but after reading this poem for the first time in like 4 years. It had me in tears. Anyway, here it is.
These tired lips will speak once again Of so many years spent, cherished, lost. These years of laughter, years of joy. Back when tears were shed over broken toys. Now replaced with broken lives, broken homes, broken hearts, broken bones. Life so bittersweet in these memories held in me heart. staring back into my eyes, this shattered reflection of the child i once was, and always wished to be. These things we dont understand. Rambling madly over traces of my broken past. I'll smash the mirror, where i stand. Only to ask myself how i sunk so low so fast. Looking back as if saying goodbye. Trying not to believe the lies once told. Innocence left in a shambles. Scrambling for the pieces. With no hope to reassemble. The broken child. Cold and dead inside. We'll look to the future for answers. but our past will never die. She wrote the top part, i wrote the bottom. Enjoi. Note: One thing we both had in common was the fact that our parents were divvorced around the same time. Right before we met each other. I still talk to her. After reading this poem i called her and i might go see her tomorrow for the first time in almost a year! =P oh wait, no...wait, actually i visited her at her house a few months ago when she was feelin kinda sad. =/ i miss that girl. Edited By Riseabove on 1094024940
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