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Best Poems Written by Bridget Prewitt

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Hear My Cry

Hear my cry into the night
I let my tears go free
no longer can you hurt my pride
unleash me to the sea

I hope you're happy you made me feel
like i might be part insane
now i will look up to the sky
or wallow in the rain

take me back to the day
when you pushed me to the ground
and now i will get back up
and walk away without a sound

I will not fall down again
and I will not fall behind
I have found some piece in my heart
and I found some piece of mind

Hear my cry into the night
I let my tears go free
no longer can you hurt my pride
unleash me to the sea

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A Tide of Wishful Waters

My imagination is a tide of wishful waters,
A chilled ocean breeze fills the world and the words that soar overhead,
I leave behind all reality, I break a thread,
And no longer am I being held in the palm of the universe,
but I hold my universe in my pocket,
and whisper words of new meaning,
only then can you read the sky like a book,
because only then is the sky possible to touch, and flip the pages of thought,
A feeling that takes my being, and turns me into a bird,
flying overhead like the words that fill with ocean breeze,
And I sail upon my tide of wishful waters

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Restlessly Resting

I sat in the field
my heart in my hand
grass blows beneath me 
it sways where I stand
when the spell binds loose
and it's all in my head
I'm restlessly resting awake in my bed

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Hiding Behind Her Smile

You cannot see the torn up pieces,
the remains of a broken sole,
a heart shattered,
the pieces scattered,

You can only see her smile

You cannot hear a lonely cry,
a yell expressing unbearable anger,
a subtle weep,
she cannot sleep,

you can only hear her laugh

You cannot feel her aching heart,
hung out to dry,
sinks down like a rock,
her stomach will drop,

You can only feel her lie

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I Give Music Voice

I give music voice
I have played it with purpose
And it speaks for me

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The Point of Desperation

The point of desperation
Is a point of no return
A point where your heart's melting
like the candles that you burn

A point where you are fighting
Just to know that you're okay
A point where you'll do anything 
No matter what you say

A point where you will turn on
the closest one's you know 
The point where you are holding on
and never letting go

A point of painful longing
for the thing that you most seek
You sometimes point your finger
at the innocent or weak

The point of desperation 
is a point of no return
A point where your heart's melting 
Like the candles that you burn

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I Dream of Spring

Spring air fills my lungs 
But the blizzard's remaining
Dreams are deceiving

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Toy Land

It's ears hang down on the side of it's face,
It's dress is covered in flowers and lace,
It's more than a toy,
it's a memory,
A joy,
A bunny that will never part,
It took my hand,
It showed me a land,
That I imagined with my heart.

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Love Is Like the Sky

Sure, you may think that love is merely love,
A single syllable word that is dry and over used,
Love is getting dimmer for the meaning is abused,
Some people say it's romance that makes the world go round,
But love is more than romance it's the symbol from above,
How is one to define a subject such as love? 

Love is like the sky it's a never ending sphere,
Love is like a snow angle dancing in the snow,
a happiness that you can share with everyone you know,
But sometimes it's letting go,
So maybe it's like washing off to climb your perfect stair,
Maybe love is everything as long as it is there,

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The Lake House

The days dawn with the sound of water,
a whistling bird perched upon a tree,
wind chimes speak with voices of sugar,
sweet like the wind they speak for,
the air tastes like summer,
and the lake is cool with lingering spring