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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:31 pm
I Followed You
by me
So I’m here
Now.
Not sure where I used
to stand, but I
don’t stand so much anymore
(more like wobble)
If you follow a
Butterfly,
it will take you away, get you
so lost that you actually learn something
New.
Follow a star and you get left
behind…
(it’s too hard to catch a star)
But I followed you,
over the Mountains
where Mother couldn’t see.
Some call me strong now,
but me…
I just wobble.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:36 pm
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 2:27 pm
The poem was nice I liked it, and the flower drawing was really good.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:47 pm
the girl/w key and flower wer good drawings i use paint instead of hand drawings
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 6:33 pm
danka very much (=^.^=)
I don't know if I can use the computer... haven't tried stressed
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 6:34 pm
The Old Key
I stay hidden in the attic
with the other memories,
carving it all on my heart,
my metal tablet.
To you
I am seemingly useless,
but I always have a story
to tell.
So come here, child.
Let me tell you
the lives I’ve seen,
the doors I’ve opened,
and the things I’ve locked
away.
I am a token
of secrecies long since dead.
Never belonging to myself,
I am worthless without
my counterpart, but
she has lost her purpose,
and so I do too.
But don’t discard
us so quickly;
we still have stories
to tell.
So long as rust and use
mark my body,
I will share my life with you.
I only need you
to listen.
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