I am only 15 but i have had enouph hurt in my life to last forever, writing poems is my passion in a way, its my way of expressing my sorrow, i dont think i have ever written a happy poem so if you want to be cheered up dont look through mine, mine is just words put in order to make a thought.... I am unique in school and am constantly writing there, i would put my previous poems on here but i have a few hundred of them and i dont like them, its funny that my teacher always wants to read more yet im failing his class all the time, he tells me if i can write then i dont need to be so intimently into english.....but Like i said this is just a passion of mine and i love it, Read some more of mine and put comments if you would like
Why is everything different,
why is nothing ever the same,
why does everything always fall apart,
why do we have to blame.
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lay down my sweet child
On the dew covered grass.
The final moments,
The last of all breaths to breath
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