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At Least She Hopes

Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl who had a good heart. She tried to help everyone. Everyone except herself. Once upon a time there was a boy. A boy with a good mind. He thought of ways to change the world. He had problems though..he liked to party with drugs. That girl ,The one with a good heart. Went to Camp she was suicidal though.. She walked down stairs to the patio. There she walked by a boy. The one with a good mind. That boy,The one with a good mind. He saw her and he said Hello? That was when they met. Once upon a time there was boy and a girl. They fell in love. The suicidal girl became more and more happy But more dependent on him for her happiness. The philosophical boy treated her with care took her places she had never been which was many because she was a small town girl and he was a city boy. There were things the girl didn't know about the boy, he had told her he no longer did drugs...he lied... she found out and started to cry... It wouldn't have bugged her if he would have told her. But he didn't. She confronted him. He said you act as if ' perfect i didn't want you to think i wasn't. Not even a week later the day before A national holiday The boy with a brilliant IQ let the girl with a good Heart go. He whispered "Darling the distance is too much,I'm sorry." The phone drops from her hands and She falls to her knees. How could this be She whispers. H-he said he loved me. The boy yells through the phone. Don't let this ruin guys for you Don't pick up a razor and hurt yourself don't harm yourself. Then they never talked again. Once upon a time twas a girl and there was a boy They Had been in love but their love for each other wasn't enough. One left the other and the other was left crushed. The girl was left and even months later, She cant go a day without him on her mind She swears he has no hold on her,That shes over him She has a new boyfriend He's good to her and he swears his love is true. She can't help but doubt that it's a front. The boy before him crushed her and he left her. Once upon a time there was a broken girl she had lost all her trust and she lost what she loved. She didn't have a choice in the matter, She will always remember him he was her first kiss and her first love, But she will heal with time she will heal. At least she hopes.. " - M.N.J

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/20/2015 12:45:00 PM
Hi Megan. A very moving picture your work illustrates, on the strains of love. Well, congrats for being featured in PS homepage! ;-)
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Date: 9/9/2015 9:59:00 PM
WOW This poem is so .....breath taking Never have I read a poem that held so much emotion!....WELCOME TO POETRY SOUP!....I look forward to reading all your poems ....And If you want come stop by and read mine....Once again this is an amazing poem Rated it a 7!-Love Ettie
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Date: 9/7/2015 2:35:00 AM
Megan, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 9/6/2015 1:00:00 PM
This is deep Megan, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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Date: 9/5/2015 3:03:00 PM
Also Please do not put down harsh comments. I wrote this over a year ago.
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