Biography of Bridget Zitzelberger
I write for school. But my teacher says they are good and i should share them, so here i am.
I write about dark deep ugly things mostly because that's what i know. Sometimes i write about things not related to me, that's just for something to do.
Bridget Zitzelberger Poems
You stepped across my thresh hold, I didn't even want to. You hurt me, I cry, how could you,
Fish are pretty Fish are smart But do they fart? Don't speak on there part.
Strong Standing Tree
In the heat of the day, outside i stray away from home away from noise, oh how ever am i to make a choice,
Sickness is coming, So many slumming. Black Death runs like water, No escape, that's their fate.
You stepped across my thresh hold,
I didn't even want to.
You hurt me,
I cry, how could you,
You killed the little girl inside.
shes dead, down, and with a frown.