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Edited by
solodevice86
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Mon 10/26/09 10:45 PM
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When I was three the boy in my life that sought to try and protect me was he, he with the big blue eyes and the soft blond hair. Who did not care to dare He who did not care to share his high pitched laughter and his small white teeth. He who loved to play and stay out all day in the bright sun rays. He who loved his family.
But He who sought to try and protect me is not the same boy as he use to be, this boy that i so often think about has turned into the person whom i never thought he would be. He who dose all the wrong things to waste his life away; and i pray that one day he will see, and become the boy he use to be. I miss that boy who sought to try and protect me, but he disapered when i turned thirteen. |
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When I was three the boy in my life that sought to try and protect me was he, he with the big blue eyes and the soft blond hair. Who did not care to dare He who did not care to share his high pitched laughter and his small white teeth. He who loved to play and stay out all day in the bright sun rays. He who loved his family. But He who sought to try and protect me is not the same boy as he use to be, this boy that i so often think about has turned into the person whom i never thought he would be. He who dose all the wrong things to waste his life away; and i pray that one day he will see, and become the boy he use to be. I miss that boy who sought to try and protect me, but he disapered when i turned thirteen. when i was 5, i almost drowned as i did not know how to swim, and others were not around not sure how i got out as all i remember were bubbles around, as i learned later my uncle died in that same lake if i recall right before i was born. he was my protector my guide and savor from my own near death experience |
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wow...i dnt know what else to say....
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What has that got to do with her poem?dont mean to be rude but you always post such inapropriate things!@ queene?
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i dnt mined really......but as of yet..to posts and no insite
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What has that got to do with her poem?dont mean to be rude but you always post such inapropriate things!@ queene?   (i would say something but then i may get in trouble what i want to say about you just said)
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Sorry i got distracted!,yes its nice with a kind of dreamy flow,but the last bit I miss that boy...its out of flow with the rest,
.try i miss that boy who sought so hard, he did so try to protect me, but on the day i turned 13, he turned his back and left me?. :) |
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the boy may had a great heart so to speak
he left with out reason, if only i could turn back the clocks and watch the scene change all over again |
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Sorry i got distracted!,yes its nice with a kind of dreamy flow,but the last bit I miss that boy...its out of flow with the rest, .try i miss that boy who sought so hard, he did so try to protect me, but on the day i turned 13, he turned his back and left me?. :) i like it..although...he didnt really turn his back....he had many drug indused problems.... |
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it could mean more than just pysicley turning his back,?,he was pre-occupied for example!
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