Erin Meade McElderry was born in Des Moines, Iowa, on August 22,1997. She began writing poems around the age of twelve, and has continued it for three years. The majority of her poems are shorter (she can only carry one idea throughout an entire piece for so long) , and loves what she does. The slacker she is, Erin is unemployeed but hoping to soon get a job to pay for clothes and video games. She... more »
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Erin McElderry Poems
The Loss of a Love, But You've Not Demis...
The alternate path is no more. What have I to lose?
It Just Makes Sense
Crude, rude Something only I can see You're in pain, too That look in your eye
I've not lost sight of reality, For still my mind is strong It's my feelings that consume me Forever peace I long
Like I Knew It Would
Everything is happening At a pace unlike my own My response is not ideal, Though fifteen years I've grown.
Not Exactly Broken
I've felt pain before, But losing you was the worst Never could I even hope That you would be my first
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The Loss of a Love, But You've Not Demised
The alternate path is no more.
What have I to lose?
To move on is to forget to process,
To speak not of my rues.
I thought that love was happiness,
It turns out I was not wrong,
But a day spent as a regular being
Has taught me after this long:
I cannot be a perfect one,
And so I am in need
Of someone to assist my heart
And I'd return the deed,
But I am not looking for that person,
For I know who it is I desire
I pray that they'll come back to me,
And reignite this dying ...