Third ClassA Poem by ScoutYou looked up at me eyes of swirly blue they looked glossy about to fill with tears I see the worry and the fear We're trapped and we can not save ourselves but you do not understand that You tug at my clothing and ask what is happening I stare into your eyes seeing your innocence I think of what to say because the truth will make you cry so I decided to lie and tell you everything will be allright The trust you have in me calms you down This only makes things worst for me because I know in an hours time the both of us will not exsist © 2010 Scout |
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