Remember when we used to play?
It's come and gone so quickly as day.
Who am I, to say I'm right.
Who are you to pick a fight?
I know I'm smaller, but don't test me.
Lest my bottled anger should tempt me.
For lunch I've sold my soul, on paper, to a schoolmate.
Nay, I do not exaggerate. Apologies if I exasperate.
But I live my life, by means necessary.
My soul is with me, though, I feel it.
Perhaps they'll say I'm a loon...
But I've felt my soul's growth...
like a flower pruned. Gone today, much stronger, soon.
(I'm just going to keep writing poems for you all, like it or not I'm in the mood... any topic requests?)
A Song For My Brother?
Great poems!
Write about a person being sick of being ignored. I am being ignored by some of my friends and it's ticking me off! lol
Edit: Thanks, I like it! =)
Reply:o how cuete
flowers gifts
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