Saturday, December 31, 1994
Your Creation
A door was opened
So I walked through
I found something I loved
Created by you
I started to love
Its creator more
And now it seems
I can't walk out that door
But you came to my rescue
And I was set free
The door is open
But I'll never leave
My love holds me stronger
Than any piece of wood
I think I've always felt this way
And I've always hoped you could
-Jeffrey Grimm Blake, 1994
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This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was lying down to sleep one night when the entire first stanza just jumped into my head. It was written to a girl named Sara, upon whom I had a crush from 5th grade through Junior year of high school. The first stanza was written in 6th grade (1994). The second in 9th (1997).
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