Biography of Regan Galloway
I am an American, a writter, and a fourteen year old.
Regan Galloway's Works:
Regan Galloway Poems
Remembering me, remembering you. Remembering all we used to be. Remembering the good times, remembering the bad. Remembering all the lies, yet remembering the truth.
I Miss You
I can't understand. It's a puzzel, a mystery really. I already miss you,
A Different Kind Of Love
It is a kind of love that not many can see. It makes me always want to be me. It's a kind of love thats for everyone, It's not just for fun.
Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Love me little love me long, love me till the morning dawns. Love me little love me long, Love me till the moon goes down.
Your Fake Love
Your love for me was fake. I knew for a long time. You never answered my letters, you never even called to say I love you.
What To Do?
She is his, and I am glad. but hers'd my problem with that lad. When she's away he always flirts,
A New Life
The pain and the agony the sufering and the shame. The hard times, and the bad times. foolishness on my part,
Time For Everything
There is a time to die, and a time to live. There is a time to be happy, and a time to be sad.
Why can you not see she does not love you. Why can you not see you need someone better. Not me, but not her. She is mean and bad too, so switch it up and meet a new one.
You make me smile everyday. You're the only one who does, but I don't know why. I'm quite fond of you.
I'm drowning, I'm sinking. down. down. down. I can breath but not a lot. I reach for the surface,
There's A Guy In My Class
There's a guy in my ninth grade class, he's got blonde curly hair and really sweet abbs. Hes got big green eyes that light up the sky, and hes the one for me.
A Short Time
Things come, and things go. People are born, and people die. The morning dawns, and darkness comes.
Which way can I go? Should I go forward? Or stay put like a coward?
A New Day
a new day has come,
and an old one has gone.
The sun has come up, and
the darkness has gone.
Let us celebrate for this new day,
for life is precious and nat a waste.