Mist lay around me,
Tears stream down my face,
As I walk down the cold and empty streets of my dreams.
I can't let go,
Nor can I forget.
You are gone,
No longer here,
And yet you are.
I can't stop crying,
But I wish I could.
But you were too special,
To young,
To die.
The mist lay around me,
Like a damp blanket,
As I go through my dreams,
Walking on the street,
Crying for you.
tell me what you think. i am only 12 years old.
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This is amazing for your age,or for anyone.
Poetry is about feeling and you really showed that in this.
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thx!!!!!
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