I was bored one night... And we were about to open up our poetry unit in Language Arts... Soooo.. I made a poem! OH NOOS~!
Here it is:
You walk down the street.
A long journey you were set on, to defeat.
You feel like you could accomplish anything,
In fact as you continue you start to sing
In the middle of that soft tune,
Leaves fall and surround the road
By you a friend sprints past.
You decide you won’t even ask.
Continuing on your way
You decide to stop and play
Cheering and laughing and jumping about
There isn’t a worry or a doubt.
The rain falls to the ground
You pretend not to hear a sound.
Twirling and cart wheeling, you tumble to the ground.
Sprinting home you cover your head
Arriving through the door,
You take off your wet jacket,
Plopping down on your bed,
Thinking this memory is set for dead.
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I know I suck at poetry don't I?! And what I mean by "Thinking this memory is set for the dead" is That when I grow up, this happy memory will be just that... A memory that will most likely be forgotten.
Sorry for it being deep...