As I look through my window
I get lost in my mind.
I go back years before...
I go back when love and happiness had a meaning.
I can hear the children playing.
I can see them playing, soaking in the sunlight.
I can hear the sweet, cheerful laughter.
I can almost just taste that sweet lemonaid.
And as I sit here, looking through my window up at the night sky
I begin to think hard...
This was all no longer mine, it never was.
It was stripped, torn, crushed within the world's weight.
My childhood was no time for playing.
I was forced to grow up to young.
Then I realized with sudden shock that to others
I appear young... but my mind is a thousand years old.
Filled with memories no person should even be cursed to have.
Then, as I stare silently out my window
The soft, streaming tears of defeat roll down my cheek
And for the thousandth time....
I let them.
I could use some good critizism on my poems, tell me what oyu disliked or liked about them. anything would help.
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Outstanding
I feel myself to be a thousand years old and have grown up befor my time. They look at me like I am young, but how wrong people are. I feel your pain and sorrows all too well. Much of it has hit yet again with me. I hope you feel better and know poetry is a thing that heals souls. It heals mine.
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Hey girl,
This poem is amazing....and u shouldnt be cursed with those memories. Keep your chin up girl....remember we love u!!
~Lollipop
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This is really good. I think alot of people feel this way. Im young, yes, but most people consider me pretty mature for my age. So i get along with older people better. I guess thats life eh? Great poem. Dont cry tho, i see you have people who really care about you!
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this is really good n I kno what you mean bout bein cursed wit memories but hey you still got me n dont forget dat
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Beautiful
is what i would use to describe this poem. It really makes one think. It's absolutely breathtaking and full of emotion.
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