Clairabella Shoens

Rookie (November 22,1999 / Vassar, MI USA)

Jungle - Poem by Clairabella Shoens

The jungle whispers my name
Not that I know how it came.
If I was to go would you forget my name
Not through love and not through shame,
To the jungle that whispers my name.

My name the jungle can speak
All of my secrets it doesn't leak.
If I was to go would you seek
For the jungle in which my name it can speak,
And for all of the secrets that it doesn't leak.

My name the jungle can scream
For it thinks it has been a dream.
The jungle whispered my name
Not through love and not through shame.
My name the jungle can speak
All of my secrets it doesn't leak.
If I was to go would you steam
For my name the jungle can scream
As it fears it has been a dream.

If I was to go would you cry,
If I left without batting an eye.

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I just felt like writing and this idea popped into my head... I'm sorry if it is weird or doesn't make sense

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 9, 2013


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