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Best Poems From
CHELSEA DEVRIES
(08/04/1991)
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All I Did Part 2
~My final goodbye to all the chances Buzz burned through~
All I Did
was love you
care for you
send you a daily text
for three weeks.
All I did
was tell people
about you,
saying that
I was sure
you were
the one.
All I would have done
was love you and remind
you of my love for you
every day.
You think you're too good for me,
better looking,
better off without me.
I'm realizing this and
realizing the one
would never use
people to
boost his ego.
I wish you the best
as I walk away
from what
might have been.
Believe me,
you'll wish it was
you and me.
Sorry, but the feeling
won't be mutual.
One-sided love hurts, doesn't it?
Chelsea DeVries
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Don't Breathe and Now...
When you would walk
into a room, looking
me in the eyes was
deadly.
The air in my lungs
would evaporate
with my pupils plugging
into your pupils.
My heart's beat would be
bouncing off the walls and
slamming into my ear drums,
causing an emotional headache.
A
N
D
N
O
W
When you are around me
my heart's beat is inaudible,
a cold draft hits me from my toes
to the roots of my hair.
You left, closing the door behind you.
Leaving me with the poison in your eyes.
And now, I stand here, overcome
with the blessing I have been gifted with...
a second chance at
love, happiness, dreams come true,
and most importantly,
Life.
Chelsea DeVries
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Facade: The Non-Existence
I play sports
whatever games you like.
I wear only what's fashionable,
tank tops in only blue or green
with a mini skirt to match.
Don't forget the monthly highlights,
that she forcibly paints in my hair.
eat only what is approved by her.
No carbs, they are deadly.
I don't like rap music because she
thinks its confusing and headache music.
I only watch American Idol, she wants a report in the morning.
Megan is my hero, I aspire to be her.
You want to know who I am?
I am a shell containing other people's
rules and regulations. Let me
know if you find my birth right.
Chelsea DeVries
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Grandpa, Can You Hear Me?
Grandpa,
How much I wish you were still here...
Are you able to hear me, even now,
Standing on the other side of
Of the barrier separating
You and me?
I have so much I wish I had said...
And now that I know that you
Are listening,
I will tell you everything that
You never knew
About me.
Chelsea DeVries
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