Poetry From A Teen's Perspective
My thoughts. My feelings. My poems.
November 21, 2011
Happy
I felt alive.
I could literally reach out and touch the clouds.
No one could stop me.
Except you.
You took me by the arm and threw me to the floor.
You smiled at me.
You were happy.
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