I Wish

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    I Wish
    i lay here
    feeling like stone
    even though i am mean
    i am not alone
    i wish i were taller
    i wish i were clean
    i wish i were cleared
    of the vicious memories
    i never want to go back
    to that one spot
    that made those faces red
    that made those faces hot
    if i ever have to come
    back to this place
    i wouldnt take that car
    i wouldnt check his face
    i live in this town
    waiting for rain
    white the sun shines hot
    everyone feels pain
    if i were to be
    a little girl again
    i would change my life
    and how i had been
    i lay here
    feeling like stone
    even though i am mean
    i am not alone

    i wish i were taller
    i wish i were clean
    i wish i were cleared
    of the vicious memories

    i never want to go back
    to that one spot
    that made those faces red
    that made those faces hot

    if i ever have to come
    back to this place
    i wouldnt take that car
    i wouldnt check his face

    i live in this town
    waiting for rain
    while the sun shines hot
    everyone feels pain

    if i were to be
    a little girl again
    i would change my life
    and how i had been

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    koolmom0 commented on I Wish

    10-15-2009

    I feel your pain with this one hun. Great Write Honey. Love Koolmom
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    possum

    10/16/2009

    Thanks

    bforibus commented on I Wish

    10-13-2009

    wow. its like being trapped in the mind of a person that's going deep into themselves to find shelter from the outside world. and i do mean wow. great job
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    possum

    10/13/2009

    thanks!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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