Just as I said I would I did, I made another poem out of an idea that I thought of in the car to gymnastics. It's not the greatest, and I don't think I will ever make on that I like as much as the description, but I shall continues to right non-the-less 3nodding
And here is the poem:
My soul is empty
My heart is full of
Thoughts of my dearie.
Now my soul has gone,
left along with my
Darie for hereon.
I don't think the first part flows too well xp
I also made another surprised
I am silent all
The time I never
Speak I never bawl.
If I’m silent though
How can I even say
the littlest Hello?
I like this one better then the other one in this post 3nodding whee
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Torn Blue Jeans
The future they say,
lays on the sholders,
of children like me.
But how can I be
the future if I
can barely be me?
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