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 Apr 2013 Michelle
Michelle Rose
I am standing here,
breathing deep in the cold brittle air.
Trying to find you.

Cobblestone paths,
and old broken roads,
I travel for days,
that quickly turn to years.

I've seen these places before,
but they seem pure and new.
Still searching.
Always searching.

It’s like you're walking on
unbreakable ice,
and I’m underneath you trying to fight through.
The current keeps pulling me,
further.

There you are.
Just above me.

Still searching.
Always searching.

I can see your shadow, your outline.
The cold blurs your face.
Only, I know it’s you.

While we search and wonder
still, the current pulls me further.

For now I’ll just be here under skies and ice,
trying to breathe,
as I wonder below you.

Preparing for the right,
and expecting the average, no less.


Still searching.
Always searching.
Still a little rough on some parts, suggestions for how it can be improved are very welcomed!! :)
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Michelle Rose
I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Feel every emotion that I have ever felt.
Witness every drop of sweat that has ever exuded my pores.

I wish you could hear every word my mind has spoken
and edure every inch of my world.
My mind is a wall waiting to be broken down.
I wish, just once,
you could know me and how I work,
pull me apart.

you could let me into your life,
only after youve understood mine.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Michelle Rose
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
For you to read and pick apart.
It will start with a catchy title that will then bring you to the opening sentence.
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
If this poem catches your eye,
you will read Michelle Rose
to figure out worthiness of a follow or a like.
If this is uninteresting you won’t even bother to finish reading.
It will end with a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
just as the rest of the poem could have been.
You will then wonder to yourself, why did I just read that,
and what the hell is that second to last stanza supposed to mean?
Or maybe you won’t do any of this because you’re a normal person.
Did I just call you abnormal?

Sometimes I like to read in the dark too…

a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
Just as the rest of the poem could have been.
...I assure you im just bored out of my mind...
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