Poem A Week

Poem A Week

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  1. by the way this is a song but a poem as well that I made up myself I hope you like it.
    Memoirs
    My heart can still see all those old times,
    With us all to gather.
    We you'st to have fun,
    We went though are troubles to gather,
    And guided one another,
    We helped each other with our crying hearts,
    When tears were so strong that only you could fix the sole.
    I remember when we could just be given a new teddy,
    That youst to fix everything for us both until a time.
    I still feel these Memories,
    I still see these Memories in my head.
    We could have made all of this Memories last longer then it did.
    I remember us being really good friends and making each other happier.
    I feel like Memories are just flowing in and flying out and being for gotten for ever.
    I wish that we could wined back to the time when we still had all those Memories a live.
    I have not seen you for a long time and I wish that we never left each other.
    Memories just diss a pear so fast.
    Before we even no it we do not have any of this Memories left.
    OOooo
    I just don't want to for get those,
    Memories,
    That we made so long ago.
    O those sweat,
    Memories.



    Bye the way this was posted on YWS some Months back.
  2. Nice first piece, there's just not enough poem-songs on the site! Looking forward to seeing more of your writing Eagle!
  3. My Word For Conspiracy’s A Theory

    There is a theory

    People shout,

    This earth is flat,

    And others will shout,

    And say,

    The earth is round,

    But me

    I feel like the real

    Truth is that,

    The earth is round,

    And round as can be,

    if any disagree,

    I don't care

    bout how they feel about it.


    This has also been posted on YWS, pleas go and like it if you liked reading it.


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