I deserved that slap in front of the kid.

I miss you.

Simple poetry.

We say it in our youth, but as adults we just realize as decades pass us by, with memories and stories to be retold again.

Me and my friend were split up. my name is melissa I am 12 years old and I write lots of poems that mean things to me like this one.

A soldiers daughter befriends a pixie that was sent to her from her father.

To a long-time friend who has stood by my side even when he did not know my pain and now knowing my pain, stands by me still. The closeness I feel, the boundaries I face.

Soldiers never do leave their friends behind, they remain a part of their lives until they meet again.