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Abigail Crouch Poem
When love was innocent
you would kiss me
and that kiss would provide sparks
that kiss would make my entire world stop
and for that brief second you were my world
you were the crisp air i would breath
not now...
when love was innocent your touch
your touch would inscription against my skin
my body would shiver with great sensation
my eyes would flutter with pleasure
not now...
when our love was innocent we would go to the fair
hands in locked together
id be in my white top and baby blue jeans
you with your pushed back hair and sunglasses
not a care in the world because we were together
not now...
when our love was innocent our kiss ment something
when our love was innocent your touch mattered
when i was innocent i wore white
now i wear black
Copyright © Abigail Crouch | Year Posted 2015
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Abigail Crouch Poem
In a school in a classroom there is a boy.
This boy has it all
Athletics, Friends, Grades, Money.
The wave of kids streaming down the hallway they all know him
but little do they know.
At home Aaron doesn't know the sanction of family at all.
His father to busy spending all of his time in his office,
His mother to busy cooking and cleaning and yelling,
His sister's life was taken four months ago from leukemia.
The only security he had at home slowly ripped away from his aching bones.
In this silent asylum the only noise you can hear is the gunfire of words his parents shoot.
They fight about money,
they fight about jobs,
they fight about him.
This time he lays in bed wishing he was dead.
all he thinks his he cant wait to go back to school tomorrow.
In the same classroom
hides a girl under a baggy sweater.
To afraid to wear something flattering, because
she was a child she was first called FAT,
she was a Child the first time she was called UGLY,
she was a damn CHILD the first time some one told her she did not BELONG.
The bell of the imprisonment where she is kept rings.
She puts her head phones in and bows her head.
So she can avoid all the giggles from the people she passes in the hall.
They don't know she throws up after every meal,
they don't know that she takes pills to feel beautiful to be model like,
they do not know that she was planning on over dosing that night.
She cannot wait to get to her next class
We judge but do we really know what's going on underneath the mask.
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Abigail Crouch Poem
Look across the horizon
See the glare of the lights
Hear the soft wind and the echoing cars
I tilt my head up to the sky
The stars so bright
I close my eyes
Then all of a sudden
The wind wraps its arms around me
I think of your embrace
And the echoing cars turn into your gental whispers
The stars become your eyes glistening so strong
I think oh how i miss you
What id give to be you
Staring at the moon both trading galient smiles
I think how lucky am i to have you
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Abigail Crouch Poem
you know that smell
that smell that everyone loves
the smell after a storm
nature being reborn
the fresh breath you take
the last drop it gives
That is everyone's favorite part of a storm
they sit inside while it happens with hot coco and a enduring book
curled up in the softest blanket they could find
intertwined in this novelistic world
not me
i love the storm
as soon as the rain starts
my life switch turns on
barefoot running through puddles
that's the game i play
singing every song with the moment
that's the drug i take
soaking wet
no sign of regret
there is where my never land is
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Abigail Crouch Poem
oh my wonderful radio
that when i turn on blasts our colors
bigger then the rain bow that came after the storm
with your words crisper then a fresh apple
but also when i turn you on you give me a steady heartbeat
you have the emotions of a teenage girl
but the mind of a teenage boy
with your pace some times slower then a slow steady stream
but beats faster then a race horse
then the boring classes you call commercials arise
oh radio you are the light of my life
you have a personality of dances never really the same
but the inspiration brings you pain
with songs of the past bringing up pictured memories
you are the warm summer light
the dance down by the river
you are my wonderful radio
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Abigail Crouch Poem
cold and stormy
defined in glory
wet and cold
pattering on the stone
drops of angel tears
that will satisfy the years
the counts of thunder
on the heavens of hunger
the flashing light
can give such a fright
but the rain in all
from big to small
the smell of new land
can connect us by hand
for the rain is dancing
for all to enhance
so may i have this dance
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