Here's another poem that I made in Reading class too. It's not as bad as the previous one, but I still don't think it merits a congratulation:
Childhood memories are always a pain, especially if you remember all of the horrible things in your past.
You always remember things like living in Avon with no backyard and if you become famous people never talk about how happy you were to have your mother remarry and how fun it was to get your first dog and see him all the time.
And somehow when you talk about your friends, nobody ever understands your feelings about them as they drift apart.
Even though you remember your biographies will never comprehend your family's pain when your grandfather died and everybody is in grief.
And though you're lonely it isn't loneliness that concerns you, It's the fear of another death that would catch you off-guard.
And although your parents fought a lot, it isn't their divorce that makes a difference, but that you get to see everybody and you and your sister are always loved and I hope that no one thinks that I had a miserable life, but one with happiness and love.
`Immortal_Rain · Thu Jun 28, 2007 @ 09:11pm · 0 Comments |