Katelyn Ross

I am the backup plan,
It means exactly what is sounds like.
I am never chosen first because there is always someone better,
and I've come to terms with that.
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The Butterfly flies,
Into the morning sky
We are all happy and joy filled.
But then the Butterfly leaves
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Books hold so many things,
Poems, lyrics, and storys.
Storys of people, plants, animal, and so much more,
But it holds its own story to.
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All the pretty little ponies,
Blacks and gray,
Purples and bash,
All the pretty little ponies,
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Blood on the ground,
Tears in our eyes,
We may have won,
But so many lost their lives,
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I'm crying inside,
I just want to die,
Please someone help me,
I lost my light,
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During the white winter,
When the warmth was all gone,
Jack Frost flew down from the mountains,
All night long.
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In the dark of the night,
When my soul saw no light,
I had tears in my eyes.
So I looked to the sky,
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The bass plays,
My heart in numb,
I can't open my eyes,
My lips won't move,
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I force a smile on my face,
Like I always have,
I hide horrors behind closed doors,
Until my dying day,
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What lies in the darkness,
Is the truth,
But no one bothers to look there,
Not even you,
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I'm not one of their friends,
That much I'm sure of,
They won't see me cry,
They'll kick me to the curb,
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If only the days where shorter when you wanted them to be,
And longer when you needed them to be,
But do you know what would be better?
Being able to control time,
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The cross is a symbol,
It reminds us of Jesus and all that he did for us,
All the things he sacrificed for us,
To open the gates of heaven for us,
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The lord is like the air around us,
With out it we wouldn't survive.
He starts and ends this day,
The Earth which we call home,
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People come,
And people go,
Just like the snow.
And when we see them again,
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Death is anger, agony and despair
Death is white like a ghost; nothing to kill or die for
Death is bitter and hauntes you in your sleep
Death is something knowone can excape
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Love is crimson like blood
Knowone can excape it,
And knowone can have it forever
One day it will break beyond repair
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