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Felisha Coon Poem
Blindingly, revealing. Without eyes it's hard to see
Copyright © Felisha Coon | Year Posted 2008
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Felisha Coon Poem
You don't know these thoughts I hold,
without simply trying to believe,
it's hard to see I was left in the cold,
so it's the tangled web we weave.
You continue to play it all well,
you seem to enjoy the pain I show,
that feeling I tripped and fell,
but there's reasons I had to go.
Now I know the character of waisted thoughts,
you still didn't care,
I see your choice, I wouldn't dare,
try to relieve the hearts you tear.
Waisted... waisted... waisted thoughts of you,
oh the thoughts that were completely waisted,
waisted upon you.
You keep your sins held in tight,
you stand taller than you should,
you go left when I'm going right,
just like I knew you would.
No bother inside,
now just waisted time,
dragging on the lie,
your life's a crime.
Copyright © Felisha Coon | Year Posted 2008
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Felisha Coon Poem
Just when I assumed things couldn't get worse or be completely bad,
were held in the treacherous, lonely days of being sad.
A minute today will be a year tomorrow,
time will pass, people may follow.
I'll learn new ideas, share them with the nieve,
I'll be better in the future, when I find courage to leave.
Never give up... never... never...never,
you'll find that quote hanging on the classroom wall forever.
It's not too late to become truely you,
just believe the good things are better too.
Choices will be made in any choice of direction,
But know they will be shown in your reflection.
If you reside in the past, harder it will be to venture to the future,
not a second will you last in the beautiful picture.
Get up, get out, never become bored,
pick up that enthusiasm I know you have stored.
Copyright © Felisha Coon | Year Posted 2008
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