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A broken smile

A hopeless heart

Every good thought a struggle

Shattered inside

Perfect on the outside

No one knowing

No one caring

A small smile

A glimmer of hope

One happy thought at a time

Healing inside

Breaking down outside

Do they know?

Do they care?

A genuine smile

Hope for the world

Happy thoughts to go around

Scarred but healed

No more facades

They know

They care

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Winter At Valley Forge

We sit ‘round the fire,

Our frozen hands,

Begging for warmth.

Frostbitten toes,

Icicle nose,

Our empty bellies,

With that sharp pang of hunger.

Men are eating trees,

Just wanting their fill,

Not really tasting,

That hard, crunchy bark.

No one has shoes,

Blood covers the snow,

Soldiers laying frozen,

On the unforgiving ground.

Dead bodies are thrown

Every which way,

“No time for burying,

we must be on our way”

the general says,

not caring one bit.

Typhoid and smallpox,

Are going around,

And everyone stares,

At the sick, dying men.

Daily we are told,

“No money for supplies,

Be a man and get up,

Fight for our freedom,

Our liberty and rights.”

And one day we’re told,

We will finally be trained,

Like the army we are,

Not just poor colony men.

Day by day,

We’re drilled harder and harder,

“We can finally beat those Tories!

Another battle can be won!”

Washington says, a smile on his face.

When springtime comes,

We’re a mean fighting machine,

And I have survived,

the Winter at Valley Forge.

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Too Good To Be True

How did I not see it coming?
All along, it was too good to be true.
You’d take me up to sit on cloud nine,
Then bring me back down to one again.
You could do some fancy talking,
But you’d never follow through.
You had me hooked from day one
And somehow, I couldn’t back down.
I knew how bad you really were
But you made me feel as if I was special,
As if I was worth something,
The way no one else could make me feel.
My friends warned me against you
But my excuse was that they didn’t
Know you like I did so well.
I should have known that
All along, It was too good to be true.
One day it finally clicked
And man it hurt like hell
But finally I realized who you really are.
You’re sweet, you’re funny,
You’re charming and clever
But you’re manipulating too
Wrapping girls around your finger
Simply because you know you can
Making them expect the best
But delivering the worst
Does it really make you feel good?
Messing with girls’ heads all the time?
Do you honestly enjoy it?
Crushing our sprits at their peak?
Hopefully the next will realize
Sooner than I did this time
Hopefully they’ll see you for who you are
Though as much as I wish
I could hate and forget about you
I know that just can’t happen
Thankfully now I understand that
It was all too good to be true.

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It Takes Time

“I need hope.” I whispered, a plea for help.
“It’s not about letting sadness in,” you said softly,
“Do not let the opinions of others consume you.
Nevermind what haters say,
Ignore what they think,
‘Cause everything is going to be okay.
Sometimes, you just have to live
and decide that being sad is a waste of your time.
A better you will attract a better next,
‘Today is never too late to be brand new’
So stay strong and never give up.
I promise you, everything will be okay.”
Then you smiled at me,
A smile that wasn’t forced,
A smile with meaning behind it.
A smile that gave me all the hope I desired.
I began to piece my life together again,
Slowly but surely.
“It takes time,” you breathed.