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Michelle Phaneuf Poem
Look me in the eyes and judge me by my heart.
Don't determine me by my cover before you even start.
To get to know my feelings you must know that I
Will never be the same after the day that he died.
Don't consider me as "emo" before you comprehend
That I am nearly close to tears as I write this with my pen.
He was very special to me and I don't want to cry but
I will never be the same after the day that he died.
Please don't push me or shove me or call me names
Or force razor blades and knives in my dreary haze
Of something you can call my face.
I may look goth or punk or emo but under the makeup and clothes
I'm just a sad kid; depressed that her grandfather died from carless smokes
And careless drinks that he made too often
because he felt cool, I guess (heaven only knows why)
My grandfather died
Copyright © Michelle Phaneuf | Year Posted 2009
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Michelle Phaneuf Poem
As the wind in the whispering willows gapes through my heart, you are my wind breaker.
As I plummet down to sea, drowning in my own tears, you are my oxygen tank.
When I’m cold and lonely, you are my teddy bear.
Without you, my popcorn wouldn’t have that yummy butter taste.
Without you, my pizza would have would have no pepperoni…..and chocolate ice cream.
Without you, my world would turn upside down and there would be no gravity.
When I kiss you, my heart skips a beat.
As I turn around, I see you sitting there.
As I love you, you should know I care.
Copyright © Michelle Phaneuf | Year Posted 2009
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