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The Murder of the Maid
At dawn I got a call from my mother telling me that our maid had died in her bedroom. I hurry into the room, and see her face of horror. The blanket was bloodstained and was covered in a white liquid that seemed to be milk. -
The Locket
I wanted to scream because my best friend had just betrayed me. Gail, my bestie had just found a house that belonged to her grandmother and she wouldn’t let me tag along. -
YOU are going to die
As I saw the graphite on that piece of paper, spelling out the last five words, I wanted more than anything to wake up in my bed realizing this was just a dream.
Loves
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Words are not forever
I can say everything right
But she'll still never love me
After that one bad night,
Now I just want to be free
This isn't about a friend
Or someone special
No texts I will send
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My light
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits with mine
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.
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To Be a Poet
To be a poet is not to write poems.
No.
Most anyone can do that.
Most anyone has done that,
for school, maybe.
To be a poet is to see a tree
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Darling
My darling,
My love,
Your beauty is startling
And your hand fits mine like a glove
I know we are young
But I know this is real
In the ladder of life you are a rung
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I get my girlfriend roses
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
My mind is cluttered
And my face breaks.
But you make it better
Little by little, bit by bit,
Any day with you I forget her
