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Barefoot, Helpless, and Broken
Barefoot, helpless and broken-
she forces a smile for me.
I watch her travel long dirt roads that lead to broken dreams.
I reach for her, to take her away,
She tells me:"No, I want to stay."
I let her make her own mistakes and leave her there alone.
Barefoot, helpless, and broken-
alone without a friend.
Precious life slipped through my fingers...should've saved her then.
I watched her travel long dirt roads that led sudden death...
to wash myself away in guilt until there's nothing left.
Her face appears, sometimes at night,
her beauty just the same.
She tells me: "This is not your fault, our friendship hasn't changed."
Before my best friend disappears,
we reminisce through all those years,
before I'd faced my biggest fear
of losing half of me.
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You are one of the best writers I have come across. So don't ever let anyone destroy your passion, because the fire of your passion for writing shows through every poem that you have wrote.
Over all I just want to say keeping writing and never let that fire inside of you for writing, burn out!!!
I also hope you can read at least one of my poems and give me some feedback, Thanks and keep up the good work =-]
you had me fooled.
It was beautiful and heartbreaking because the poem allows you to feel as if you are losing a friend.
At first I didn't understand what it was about but the ending brought it into a strong, full closure.
That was good for this poem because just like she was losing her friend I was losing myslef in the writing, and then at then end I didn't even need you to tell me, because I felt it.