It's what's left when you don't have anymore fears,
Or anymore loved ones,
What's left if you don't want more tears,
Or to feel pity by the tons.
Ahat you feel after watching someone die,
And to know that it'll all be a horrible memory,
Expecially when you couldn't say goodbye,
And that's only a summary.
Weeks become years,
Then everything turns into a blur,
You start drinking beers,
After that--I'll leave it to your imagination if you prefer.
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Okay, so personally, I dislike author notes, but I thought I sould write this in. The reason for this one is because I eanted to do a poem in ELA, and it happened to be in the book that I'm reading. (it'll take me too long too write ittt!!😋)
I know that I'm not good at poems, and if you don't want me to 'publish' anymore poems, or even the two thingy-ma-bobs, that I wrote earlier please just tell me.
Okay! Too much writing...bye-bye!!
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Poems And Ranting...sorta
RandomAbout me and just random things....so yeah. It has poems and.....pretty much it. I am open for ideas, though. Please never be afraid to comment.
