Cruel Awakening

Sometimes she closed her eyes
and saw him
It was like looking through a mirror
unscarred for years
made from the smoothest glass
wrapped in sweet slumber
she hoped would endlessly last

But all too soon she awoke,
to reality once again
Dreaming was over
not everyone a friend.

People are cruel,
love hard to find
she was merely a victum of the time

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1. Libbie says:

   hahaha
   Well the first part of the poem I wrote under the influence of listening to "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain and then the rest of the poem was written while under the influence of "Shake It" by Metro Station.
   I swear, music drives me crazy! Like my whole mood and auro changes after listening to songs. Yesterday my voice changed. Actually some of my poems were written in between downloading music.
   Listening to "I'll Be " right now, god, I feel so mellow. You couldn't get me mad no matter how hard you tried.