Things Aren'T 4eva
This poem is about loosing my old home i wrote it when i was 16
my dad had to sell the house and this is how i felt and still feel today about it
in the poem there might be a few things you don' understand so i'll explain the part about my evil aunt mary she came to help get the house ready to be sold and made my life and my last memories h*ll
The part about getting off the taxi
the taxi was the school mini bus we had lots of fun going to school and home in it.
here is the poem