[I wrote this in my 4th year in HS. We were required to compile self-written stories, poems, etc. You'll be reading the same intro lines over those posts. If not for Sir Dids Morales, my posts here won't be of this amount...and my skills in writing would not have been better.]
K eeping memories inside of her heart
R hyming words to beautify her poem art
Y earning tears sometimes she shed and impart
S howing happiness is how she restarts
H olding God's hand, feel his safe and warm part
A gonizing just when love one departs
L oving simple hearts though era's Descartes
Y ellow, pink, blue, music sweet as store's art
N othing seemed real, lost when someone played dart
A iring fortunes, one's guide fast as hill's hart.
L oves rat movie watching such as Stuart
U nder stars of miracles stays in cart
T umbling happily with her mom to mart
A lso trusts and loves his father named Art
Y ellow distant twinkling so far apart
A bles some of them to grant wish upstart
D rowning softly right in shallow midst chart
E nvy those who seemed to be a real smart
J ust know how to cross roads, suits Bonaparte
U nder stand signs clearly, measure by quart
A iding properties to stop the thing, thwart
N ever wanted going to smelling fart.
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