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This is a short poem I wrote for my english class and just felt like sharing it.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away oleh the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope anda like. x)
please komentar this is my first artikel on this spot. I really enjoy writing.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away oleh the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope anda like. x)
please komentar this is my first artikel on this spot. I really enjoy writing.
Im sick of the words, me and you
anda used to make my body feel giggly and numb
but honey your like chewin gum
the flavor is so juicy and sweet
but then later the flavors gone and meek
just like those three little words that race outta your mouth
little people would laugh out loud
because they all know what youv done
youv taken two hearts
and broke them into one
its sad really
how anda lie and cheat
because everyone knows
revenge is oh so sweet
We all know anda cheated and lied
o honey but i didnt die inside
i kept right on going
down my mary way
knowing that today
Was our so called day
the hari that i fell so hopelessly in love
because anda were the one i was dreaming of
anda used to want
anda always would hug me
but that gum is gone and dirty
your not the only one that lias and cheats
because other that do know
revenge is oh so sweet
nobody understands love,
nobody really believes.
anda can't put a price on the way people make anda feel,
but anda can always say:
i cinta you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that anda want to be the last person to see before anda die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that anda will always be there for them
that anda will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
selanjutnya time anda say
i cinta you
mean it
because if anda don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that anda say it to
nobody really believes.
anda can't put a price on the way people make anda feel,
but anda can always say:
i cinta you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that anda want to be the last person to see before anda die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that anda will always be there for them
that anda will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
selanjutnya time anda say
i cinta you
mean it
because if anda don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that anda say it to
Preface: I wrote this in tenth grade, when I was sixteen. So it was about four years ago... Comparing it to link which was written four weeks ago, it's interesting to see the changes in those four years. I would cinta to discuss that. I've updated it for Fanpop, editing and tweaking it from the original which can be found link.
It was probably nothing different to little Ellen, munching ever so innocently on a good-tasting set of keys in the corner, surrounded oleh blocks and the spilt contents of her poor mother’s purse. Mrs. Shaw had neglected to put the tas, dompet out of her dear child’s...
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It was probably nothing different to little Ellen, munching ever so innocently on a good-tasting set of keys in the corner, surrounded oleh blocks and the spilt contents of her poor mother’s purse. Mrs. Shaw had neglected to put the tas, dompet out of her dear child’s...
