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 Oct 2019 the lost kid
Dhimss
You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.
It s better than anything I ve written so... Here goes.
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[You] are the whisper
          that
floats
        on
the
           wind,
giving me a hope
I never want to end.

[You] are my wish
            from
                a
                         ­     falling
                                          star,
    ­     my lucky penny
in that old glass jar.

[You] are my heart
        that
gentle
            caress,
touching me deep
with such tenderness.

[You] are the shine
      from
that
             silver
         moon,
the word of your promise
a faithful love tune.

[You] are my sun
a
        true
                loving
                       ­ light,
                      stay in my heart
forever shining bright.
~
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.

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