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TakeHisHand
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I'm a senior in highschool now, and this poem of mine is very old. Even though it was in junior high, i was young at heart.
"Turning Away"
Recalling your sharp guilty eyes,
remaining quiet,
illuminating me till the end.
Why do you follow not lead,
why do you love,
and not tell?
Doesn't contrite when wounding the heart,
sitting in silence untill falling apart.
A rush of sudden pain strongly overcomes me,
as I finally realize the despair that has bestowed upon me,
with the excruciating thought that will forever haunt me.
"Turning Away"
Recalling your sharp guilty eyes,
remaining quiet,
illuminating me till the end.
Why do you follow not lead,
why do you love,
and not tell?
Doesn't contrite when wounding the heart,
sitting in silence untill falling apart.
A rush of sudden pain strongly overcomes me,
as I finally realize the despair that has bestowed upon me,
with the excruciating thought that will forever haunt me.