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Something isn't right

My world has shifted

Everything that was

Cannot be found

Time stands still

My heart aches

What happened to us

Is haunting me

The past is repeated

My trust broken

Hurting again

Words cannot express

Seeing, Believing, Denying

I saw what I saw

I see what I see

The truth is not good enough for me

I know you are weak

I wish I were blind

cause my heart can't take another lie

so I live in denial

I prefer ignorant bliss

just wish you thought I was better than this

September 11th 2001 - Crystal Grey

This was a poem written by another military wife. While my words failed me, she came up with this.

Two towers came crashing down

Four planes hit the ground

Heroes fought

but Lives were Lost

They wanted to destroy us. They wanted us to go away.

But we are here to stay! We will not go away!

We will never forget that day!

You're Scared - Written in Jr High

This was written prior to me moving from Massachusetts to Ohio in 1995

I know the reason you broke up with me

You were scared our love again could be

You're afraid of getting hurt on the day

The day I have to move away

You're scared to lose me forever

You don't want to be hurt by me, not ever

The only thing you could possibly do

Was to hurt me, so it wasn't you

So you turned around and left me

Now I think I finally see

You didn't really want or love me

You just went and used me

But I understand and I see

You did it to make me happy

So Pathetic

As I am going through my binder of old poetry, I realize just how pathetic I really was. HA! I wrote the cheesiest, sappiest, most ridiculous poems for the most random things. Mostly they were written about getting dumped by my boyfriend of the week or about how in love I was with said boyfriend of the week.

That makes me sound bad! I know! Really, though, they were all about boyfriends and break ups and moving. And in all honesty, they were mostly about the same few boyfriends... the important ones. The ones I actually remember now and talk to still.

However, there are a few about boyfriends that I don't even remember any more and they make me sound like a pathetic lost puppy dog. I must have put my mother through hell in my awkward, love-centric, I am going to die if you don't love me tween & teenage years. And how ironic that now I am putting the rest of the world through those same years with this blog.

I hope if nothing else you can at least get a kick out of the silliness that I wrote down on paper. The ridiculousness that spewed from my foolish love sick heart. I know I will!