April 14th is poem in your pocket day. you have one of your favorite or personal poems in your pocket all day long and you recite it to whomever will listen. i love the idea... so this is what i wrote, its called
Octobers Under the Stars
feel free to comment below.... if its not good just tell me.. i want it to be as perfect as can be. and if your comment is stupid and you know it... dont leave it.
At 12 she gave up on love,
She said it was a lie the foolish told.
When push cam to shove,
They said she gave up on the world.
But that was a lie.
All she wanted was stars.
They said that's like asking for the sky,
but she knew they were wrong because she had the scars.
At 13 she gave up on them.
She said they werent real friends.
She was ready to let go of the flower stem.
They siad she gave up on happy ends.
But that was a lie.
All she wanted was stars.
They said that's like asking for the sky,
but she knew they were wrong because she had the scars.
At 14 she gave up on him.
And at 14 she gave up on the stars,
because only he could give them to her.
