i have a wound that will never heals, a dagger stabs me and doctors just left it there. It is sight that people wont even talk to me and i grew more and more depress. There i laid waiting for someone to fill my wounded heart with joy,humor, and a sense of good taste. And there i found YOU. ♥
Every human has a soul.Each has their own style.Me,I have no style.At school people will ignore,threaten,and beat me.Even outside of school people treat me different.I often stay at home and hide for the thing i become.While at school, I saw you, a new student, as I ran away you caught and asked,"Whats wrong?". I told of my problem and told you to get away.But you stayed at my side and my depression goes away like magic.Then people started to respect me like everyone else.From there I thank you, and now I have a soul.
I was a WW2 Sherman tank commander of the 501st.During the Operation Eagle, while entering Utah Beach(codename) my Ang(tank name) was shot down and along my crew.There i watch of how the Nazi massacre the 501st, i was among them. Then as i became alive again as if i woken up from a dream. There i woke up at the end of WW2 and people were chanting,"The war is over!!!!!". I was glad to hear and see that.But i was dead and now i hunt Utah Beach.60 years later while strolling along the beach as a ghost, I saw you and your beautiful smile and face.That face beats the Hope diamond. There i wanted to follow you, but cant leave my death-place. From there i waited for you forever,forever,and forever.
this is a just a poem and dont take it the wrong way, repeat a poem
by: Niko56
send this 2 all the friends u luv!!! ^^
jux helping my friend Niko out!!! ♥
dont 4get 2 join the his guild!!!
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i have a wound that will never heals, a dagger stabs me and doctors just left it there. It is sight that people wont even talk to me and i grew more and more depress. There i laid waiting for someone to fill my wounded heart with joy,humor, and a sense of good taste. And there i found YOU. ♥
Every human has a soul.Each has their own style.Me,I have no style.At school people will ignore,threaten,and beat me.Even outside of school people treat me different.I often stay at home and hide for the thing i become.While at school, I saw you, a new student, as I ran away you caught and asked,"Whats wrong?". I told of my problem and told you to get away.But you stayed at my side and my depression goes away like magic.Then people started to respect me like everyone else.From there I thank you, and now I have a soul.
I was a WW2 Sherman tank commander of the 501st.During the Operation Eagle, while entering Utah Beach(codename) my Ang(tank name) was shot down and along my crew.There i watch of how the Nazi massacre the 501st, i was among them. Then as i became alive again as if i woken up from a dream. There i woke up at the end of WW2 and people were chanting,"The war is over!!!!!". I was glad to hear and see that.But i was dead and now i hunt Utah Beach.60 years later while strolling along the beach as a ghost, I saw you and your beautiful smile and face.That face beats the Hope diamond. There i wanted to follow you, but cant leave my death-place. From there i waited for you forever,forever,and forever.
this is a just a poem and dont take it the wrong way, repeat a poem
by: Niko56
send this 2 all the friends u luv!!! ^^
jux helping my friend Niko out!!! ♥
dont 4get 2 join the his guild!!!
The poets corner