When I leave
When will it be when I leave?
He tried to catch me twice
and like they say, third time's a charm.
The first you see, is something easy,
A flying tree.
The second is possibility funny
Someone speeding
One left to me
Then none anymore
And when I leave, I think I will say, Death has caught me.
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Just Jenny
PoetryJust a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenag...
