I wonder why.
I even cry,
I look up at your face,
All the black mascerra running down your face
I look up at you,
All of the black is gone.
All I see is your whit face
I want to love you.
I know we have fought,
So, now I know why.
SO now you look at me..
You try to kissme,
I pull you away.
I never want to see you
…………..Ever.
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5 comments:
this is pretty good. good job.
Oscar
I like that you changed the perspective in the poem from a boy's point of view. It was subtle, nice.
Lesli
Bri
that was amazing i loved it
still sad i would say i am crying but its still just my allergy's
Love and let life go on because its better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all
Courtney
So much emotion I love it!
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