Living without you

I keep looking in all the places,

Where you are supposed to be.

But I never seem to find you,

And you’re all I long to see.

I just can’t seem t understand,

What is that changed your mind.

All this time I thought I knew you,

When really, I was blind.

But know that I do not hate you,

And I know I never will.

Because I cared about you then,

And I care about you still.

Even though you hurt me,

I can’t seem to let you go.

But I will go on without you,

And I want to make sure you know.

It will take some time to mend,

The damage that you’ve done.

But the broken hearts do heal,

That’s where strength comes from.

For now, the tears may be falling,

And my thoughts keep circling to you

But soon, things will get better,

If you have hope, then they always do.

- Kristy glassen

chicken soup for the teenage soul on love and friendship.

Living without you

I keep looking in all the places,

Where you are supposed to be.

But I never seem to find you,

And you’re all I long to see.

I just can’t seem t understand,

What is that changed your mind.

All this time I thought I knew you,

When really, I was blind.

But know that I do not hate you,

And I know I never will.

Because I cared about you then,

And I care about you still.

Even though you hurt me,

I can’t seem to let you go.

But I will go on without you,

And I want to make sure you know.

It will take some time to mend,

The damage that you’ve done.

But the broken hearts do heal,

That’s where strength comes from.

For now, the tears may be falling,

And my thoughts keep circling to you

But soon, things will get better,

If you have hope, then they always do.

- Kristy glassen

chicken soup for the teenage soul on love and friendship.

Sally in our Alley

Hey people, this is one of my fav. Poems. Hope you like it as well!

Of all the girls that are so smart

There’s non like pretty sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

There is no lady in the land

Is half so sweet as sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley

He father he makes cabbage – nets

And through the streets does cry’em

Her mother she sells laces long

To such as please to buy them:

But sure such folks could ne’er beget

So sweet a girl as sally!

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

When she is by, I leave my work,

I love her so sincerely,

My mastes comes like any turk,

And bangs me most severely –

Ut let him bang his bellyful,

Ill bear it all for sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

Of all the days that’s in the week

I dearly love but one day-

And that’s the day that comes betwixt

A Saturday and Monday;

For then I m dressed all in the best

Towalk abroad with sally

She is the darling of my heart

And she lives in our alley.

My master carried me to church,

And often am I blamed

Because I leave him in the lurch

As soon as text is named;

I leave the church in sermon – time

And slink away to sally

She is darling of my heart

And she lives in my alley

When Christmas comes about again

O then shall I have money;

Ill hoard it up, and box It all

Ill give it to my honey;

I would it were ten thousand pounds,

I’d give it to sally;

She is the darling or my heart

And she lives in our alley

My master and the neightbours all

Make game of me and sally,

And, but for her, I’d better be

A slave and row a galley;

But when my seven long years are out

O then ill marry sally-

O then we’ll wed, and then we’ll bed,

But not in out alley

- H Carey.

Sally in our Alley

Hey people, this is one of my fav. Poems. Hope you like it as well!

Of all the girls that are so smart

There’s non like pretty sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

There is no lady in the land

Is half so sweet as sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley

He father he makes cabbage – nets

And through the streets does cry’em

Her mother she sells laces long

To such as please to buy them:

But sure such folks could ne’er beget

So sweet a girl as sally!

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

When she is by, I leave my work,

I love her so sincerely,

My mastes comes like any turk,

And bangs me most severely –

Ut let him bang his bellyful,

Ill bear it all for sally,

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in out alley.

Of all the days that’s in the week

I dearly love but one day-

And that’s the day that comes betwixt

A Saturday and Monday;

For then I m dressed all in the best

Towalk abroad with sally

She is the darling of my heart

And she lives in our alley.

My master carried me to church,

And often am I blamed

Because I leave him in the lurch

As soon as text is named;

I leave the church in sermon – time

And slink away to sally

She is darling of my heart

And she lives in my alley

When Christmas comes about again

O then shall I have money;

Ill hoard it up, and box It all

Ill give it to my honey;

I would it were ten thousand pounds,

I’d give it to sally;

She is the darling or my heart

And she lives in our alley

My master and the neightbours all

Make game of me and sally,

And, but for her, I’d better be

A slave and row a galley;

But when my seven long years are out

O then ill marry sally-

O then we’ll wed, and then we’ll bed,

But not in out alley

- H Carey.

My Favorite poem.

Around the corner I have a friend, 
In this great city that has no end, 
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, 
And before I know it, a year is gone. 
And I never see my old friend's face, 
For life is a swift and terrible race,

He knows I like him just as well, 
As in the days when I rang his bell. 
And he rang mine but we were younger then, 
And now we are busy, tired men. 
Tired of playing a foolish game, 
Tired of trying to make a name. 
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim 
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, 
And distance between us grows and grows. 
Around the corner, yet miles away, 
"Here's a telegram sir,"…. "Jim died today."

And that's what we get, and deserve in the end: 
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

By Charles Hanson Towne 

My Favorite poem.

Around the corner I have a friend, 
In this great city that has no end, 
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, 
And before I know it, a year is gone. 
And I never see my old friend's face, 
For life is a swift and terrible race,

He knows I like him just as well, 
As in the days when I rang his bell. 
And he rang mine but we were younger then, 
And now we are busy, tired men. 
Tired of playing a foolish game, 
Tired of trying to make a name. 
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim 
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, 
And distance between us grows and grows. 
Around the corner, yet miles away, 
"Here's a telegram sir,"…. "Jim died today."

And that's what we get, and deserve in the end: 
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

By Charles Hanson Towne