Poems

I am not too sure what to blog in here, I used to write poems all the time when I was younger. I stopeed when I got into highschool. I just started writing in a diary up until my senior year. Writing down the bones was a very helpful book, not only helpful but inspirational.

I turned this poem in 2 weeks ago, but I thought I would tell you a bit about it. I wrote it in 8th grade about the haulocaust victims for a project:

All the things you did to me
All the tears I cried
My halo is now broken
My heart feels dead and dried.

All the years on waiting
and all the pain inside
My halo is now healing
But because of you I died.