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by MyxPeacefulxChaos   Oct 2, 2008


Her favorite song it screams the words,
She's vowed to never speak.
That favorite photo on her wall,
A place she longs to be.

Another day, the flying time,
And things she'd love to do.
She'd give up everything she was,
To find a path that's new.

All the memories in her mind,
She's got them locked away.
So she can look back on them,
When she finally gets away.

Hopeful dreams consume her thoughts,
That's what takes up her time,
And when she fails to hear your voice,
You can bet that's why.

*So I honestly wasn't sure what to put this poem under. If you happen to read this, feel free to tell me where it belongs :)

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    I think you should put this under the "poems about life" category, and then "society" as the sub-heading.

    I really enjoyed this poem. It was short and had a strong rhythm that never falters, which makes it highly readable. However...

    "She give up everything she was,"
    "To find a path that's new."

    Should this either be: "She'd give up..." or "She gave up..." because there's a real sense of dialect there that makes the lines very ambiguous. I'd love to know the true intent of these two lines.

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