Beat

I hear a beat, I know the sound I feel a skip, One that I’m used to I see a picture, But this one is new I cry of pain, Because I know this is real.

I hear a beat, Because all love is gone I feel a skip, Since I wasn’t worth the truth I see a picture, Wishing it would burn I cry of pain, Because now I’m in the dark.

I hear a beat, Wishing it were music I feel a skip, Wishing it would leave I see a picture, Wishing it would delete I cry of pain, Because the picture is forever in my mind.

I saw you today, But I am still not sure it was you Sure I gave you a huge hug And told you how much I miss you I squeezed onto you tightly Fearing that I would lose you But the thing is, I already have That girl was not you Sure she had the same colored hair And the same green eyes But those might be the only similarities I asked her all about school And the voice I heard was familiar But the tone wasn’t.

That girl was not you You always smile That girl looked miserable You’re always positive That girl seemed negative You always have respect That girl had none left Maybe always is the wrong word.

I guess always now means used to You used to smile. You used to look positive. You used to have respect. But I guess that’s all gone.

If you want to visit me again as you I will be waiting with open arms To give you that hug – and mean it. I miss you.

The above article was originally posted on Maidelle.com, an online magazine for Jewish teen girls to speak their mind. Check out the site and read more articles and poetry submitted by girls worldwide and join the conversation!