Bring me back down,
I'm not where I'm supposed to be,
I'm talking into a phone
When you're right in front of me.Everything you did was expected,
Just how easily you took things so far.
But I could never really picture this
But I would never see you behind bars.I can see your shattered eyes
A devastated heart....But I know once you leave this place,
Your dejected heart will surely change.
But now I only see someone so bright,
Whose light will soon become so faint.All over again...
Without a single trace.
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Talking to Twelve
PoetryWhat's left of a child's written collection of thoughts and reflections.