K, im not gonna write all my poems down in here because some of them I dont want people to see, so you can come over and read them outta my book (if you are lucky enough) so, heres one of them *sniff sniff*
Tear Drops
A boy only the age of four
Grew up knowing nothing but war
Those big clear tear drops
Always fell at the sight of cops
The same boy at the age of ten
Now is fighting with other men
His dad is gone, his mother died
Those same big drops he still has cried
He knows he must grow stronger
Cuz the war will only last longer
He wishes he could still run and play
Laughing and giggline the day away
Those big clear drops fell one last time
When the bombs grew brighter than the sunshine
His little sister was the only thing keeping him going
The one thing that would always keep his blood flowing
The night the bombs came close to home
He had to leave his sister all alone
He told her to hide no matter what
A kiss be blew as the door was shut
He cam home to find his sister in a bloody mess
While he was gone she had been shot in the chest
He knew his life would never be the same
right after, those big drops freely came
The next morning he was woken by a light
He was positive it was from a fight
Instead, through the beams was his sister
He ran towards her in wanting to kiss her
Mom and dad send all their love
But I was the only one allowed from above
The sister told this message through that beam of light
The boy held those tear drops back with all his might
The boy managed to say I love you mom and dad
For letting sister die please, please dont be mad
That is all the little boy said
Before those big clear drops his sister shed.
--Lyndsay Jones 7/26/03
(9/11)
Ya, its sappy and the rhymes are kinda psycho, but its all gravy. No laughing, love ya all
Posted by punk4/lnz
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Updated: Saturday, 9 August 2003 2:37 PM PDT
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