Always alone between classes
forgotten like that last lily before the frost
Petals still bright and cheery for any wandering eyes
like her carefully placed laugh and smile.
Energy bubbling just beneath the surface
Always hopeful when a stranger comes along
to stroke the soft petals
Hiding disappointment when they inevitably walk away.
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Written September 19th, 2006
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Whoa...Fea what or how do I respond to this? Like...just whoa...I don't think you've ever written a more distraught person piece the entire time I have known you. Its practically laced with sorrow, lined with anguish and coated in tears. It makes you sounds so...fragile. And it seems to be misplaced because I have seen your strength and perseverance, so I am dwelling in a state of disbelief here. Words seem inadquete by far to grant comfort and gentle words seem like dust in the wind for situation so I am left with nothing to offer you but my presence...The phrase I'm sorry seems cliche and redundant, and it'll be okay sounds like a promise waiting to be broken or smashed in circumstances I cannot touch. This is hard...the sweet passive lines you used were heart wrenching and the emotional output didn't burst forth in the poem so much as it did in the reader. Its not hard to imagine that you are in a great writing school but this emptiness is consuming.
~Storm
P.S. You are aware I am always here! And will get better at texting since I now have the go ahead right?
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