littlemermaid22

A brief couplet poem.

This is a true story, that happened to me. I hope you like it.

"Sad girls don't fall in love, sweetheart. So pick up your head and go get him." I lifted my teary eyes as one slipped down my cheek.

He smiled at stared at the ground, and said, "Well I don't know- but I like you- but maybe."

What is the point of being married and not having children? Not having kids is like not living life.Then

About a daisy. The kind of daisy that grows from the ground and looks like...well a flower.

We used to talk, we used to be together; inseparable. But not anymore, it's like he forgot who we are, how much time, and secrets we piled into this relationship. Now he's throwing it away.

The old branches of an ancient oak tree reach above the road, as I walk underneath them on my way to school eerie whispers call to me, and screams is despair mix with the shallow rattling of the wind.

Finally being allowed to go and do as I wish but sometimes I think it would be better with a few restraints.

Sometimes the strongest human emotions aren't love, or hate. But something in between, hope, and doubt seem to clutch the human soul tighter than death's grips, as your last fleeting breaths fade from existence.