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Angel Eldridge Poem
Mr. Blue eyes, What did you do today?
Did you break another heart?
Forget about another life?
What!?
Mr. Blue eyes, your eyes never look my way.
Why?
Are you afraid?
Or do you think its what you're supposed to do?
Why?
Mr. Blue eyes, did you get the money?
The 50 bucks you were promised.
Do you have another awkward silence with someone else?
Do you hug someone else?
Do you walk with someone else?
Do you want to walk with someone else?
WHAT!?
Mr. Blue eyes, DId you lead me on from the beginning,
or just the end?
Mr. Blue eyes, I saw you drooling over her today.
Do you really think she'll like you?
Mr. Blue eyes, you really ARE pathetic.
Mr. Blue eyes, you're not worth it.
Not worth the anger,
the pain.
You're just not worth it,
not worth any of it.
Copyright © Angel Eldridge | Year Posted 2006
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Angel Eldridge Poem
To not see the loser four seats away
gets harder and harder each day.
because everywhere I look,
there is this evil crook.
In the corner of my eye, walking by and by.
not noticing that I’m there,
while I’m fighting the urge not to stare.
the eyes tell you everything,
so maybe if I catch a glance,
I’ll look into his deep blue eyes,
and realize I still have a chance.
Or maybe if I catch that glance,
I’ll finally realize.
That what I thought we actually had,
was just a lie in disguise.
all I want,
Is just a hint,
that he even cared,
because not knowing is becoming way too hard to bear.
I never thought I’d be this hurt,
I thought I’d be okay.
But then again I always thought,
It wouldn’t turn out this way.
I should’ve done things differently
I shouldn’t be this sad,
But maybe in reality,
I’m just really really mad.
Mad about the way he did things,
mad about how dramatically things changed.
mad about the way he dumped me,
and why he couldn’t say it to my face.
I asked him all of my questions,
along with a few of my lies,
in a small folded note,
that never got a reply.
We used to talk everyday,
the loser four seats away and I,
But now we just look straight ahead,
and hurry to walk by.
I’m done feeling so upset,
over some freak without a tan.
We were together shorter than we’ve been apart,
I think It’s time I find a new man.
Copyright © Angel Eldridge | Year Posted 2006
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Angel Eldridge Poem
Why don't you love me?
I'm surrounded by people who love me, My friends,
my "family" and yet you're the only person i want to hear those words from.
I met you today.
You treated "me" like a friend, but you treat me
like dirt.
Why don't you love me?
What did I do that was so wrong?
I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I'm my mother's daughter, and not
your mother's daughter.
I'm sorry if you blame me for them not still being
together.
Why can't you even awknowledge that I'm here?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you call for me?
Why don't you write to me?
Can't you tell I"m angry?
Can't you tell I"m hurting?
No, you can't, because you don't know I"m here.
You don't even ask for me.
You didn't even invite me.
You didn't even wish me happy birthday.
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you need me as much as I clearly need you?
Are you brainwashed?
Are you held aganist your will?
or do you just choose not to care?
Copyright © Angel Eldridge | Year Posted 2006
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Angel Eldridge Poem
One little lie
has ruined our lives
No matter how hard we try,
we can't go back in time,
to the day he came,
and knocked on our doors,
and my mom showed up and said
“nevermore”
the police came, and they went away,
and everything was fine, until that fateful day,
when all of my lies,
that were bottled up inside,
decided to share a secret,
that I was supposed to hide.
The secret I shared,
may have ruined our lives,
and may cause my parents to leave,
and live separate lives.
all because that one little lie,
that caused me to share the secret,
I should've kept inside.
I didn’t mean for it to come out,
I didn’t want it to be that way,
but it did,
and now I can’t take it away.
It’s all my fault,
Everything,
so they say.
I betrayed them, and it may cause one to walk away.
One little lie has ruined my life,
No matter how hard I try,
I can’t go back in time.
So,
for now I sit,
and wait in this chair,
and I learn,
that secrets,
aren’t always mine to share.
Copyright © Angel Eldridge | Year Posted 2006
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