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Breana Levack Poem
when people ask me , why don't you try hard to impress people.
i simply tell them this..
when you smile all the time = your to happy all the time
when your sad = your depressing and not fun to be around
you dont have a boyfriend = your square
you have a boyfriend = your a slut
you have one friend = your a loser
you have more then one friend = your trying to hard to be popular
you act a little silly = your imature
you try to be marture about everything = your boring
you dont try hard in school = your a loser
your try hard in school = your a nerd
you love your family = your weird
you tell people about your family problems = your seeking attention all the time
you simply cant impress everyone. and everyone has something to say about your appearence , the way you walk , talk , smile , shrug.. ect.
so i will simply say to you all.. do not try and impress people.. its okey to try hard,.
to talk about your social life around others . and if they have something to say... tell them to simply go away..
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Breana Levack Poem
Outside your window
a withard horse
has no strength or ambition
to finish its coarse
but what shes accomplished is more then enough
when it comes her time , shes had it to rough
until her last breath she will do her best
to impress
or is it not enough that she's given her life to please you
never once stepped on your toes always listen to your commands
jumped the highest fences , applied herself to every demand
stood in the pouring rain to prove she was strong enough
worked in scortching heat just because you asked her to
but maybe its time you set her free
to stride in the sunset to her own fantasy
relieve her of the reins you held down on her neck
and insted of dirt let her run in the medows
Give her a life she hasn't yet experienced
let her no her work is done
and that she has done well
let her now run
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Breana Levack Poem
Im not the kind of girl who finds one good thing and sticks to it
im the kind of girl who embraces many good things threw out her life *
* im not the kind of girl who would be cought dead wearing bright pink in school
but im the kind of girl one would wear dark colours even tho i have a bright personality
im not the kind of girl who seaks attention loudly ,
im the kind of girl who sits quietly hoping someone will care enough to ask how i am .
im the kind of girl who Acts tough to impress but goes home later and writes poetry '
im the kind of girl i am and proud to be myself.
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Breana Levack Poem
leaves fall as swiftly as the wind blows threw my hair
the cold breeze brings out the goose bumps
the wet leaves stick to my memory as fondly as they stick to me
losing track of time as dad pulls me out of the leaf pile
we exchange smiles for the last time before
i had back to reality
once loved, lost ,found again , lost again .. ...
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Breana Levack Poem
its the tiniest of memories that you will remember
they do not have to be large , they don't have to be the ' most amazing day of your life '
no, they don't even have to be with you lover dearest
as long as the moment is right. the person is someone you care about ,
and in those very few seconds ' something... something makes you smile,
thats all that matters
- - I know this isn't really the best kinds of poetry , Maybe not Poetry at all... but it comes from my heart , it means the world to me. and as long as someone reads this , and they understand what the point it as much as I hoped they would , thats all that matters - - - - -- - - - - - - - -- - - - - -- - -- - - - -- - - -------------- ----------------------------------------------------- --------------------------
~ PLEASE leave your thoughts. ~
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Breana Levack Poem
All The Beautiful things in my life bring me back to you.
the softend flower pedals drifting slowly towards the ground. reminds me of the way you would dance so gracfully with me across the marble stone floor .
The way the smell of the sweetend strawberrys floats by my nose , reminds me of the way you would kiss me so sweet and tenderly .
All the Beautiful things in my life bring me back to the way we would walk around without a care in the world thinking of nothing but eachother. oh how i wish these feelings would be more then a scent , or a feeling or catching something out of the corner of my eye .
but when i close my eyes your precious face catches the sun and your eyes sparkle with the gimmering stars high above.. oh all the beautiful things... the beautiful thing you are. '
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