What I is this?
In front of me is a group of people
raging and cheering for a person who sang like an angel,
My heart starts to beat faster,
I began to stand up and watch intently as he start moving around,
I looked down to my feet and saw the sight of my feet tapping,
It didn't scare me at all because I felt joy.
Each and every word was now imprinted in my head,
It was meaningful and beautiful,
A wide smile plastered on my face,
This is joy, joy to feel this experience for the first time,
But I never knew it would be when I listened to punk rock.
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My Poems
PoetryOkay I made poems that are somewhat dark and maybe sad sometimes but I was really in the zone when I was writing it. And if you ever felt this way or agree I just want to say be strong. And don't get that sappy mood. Oh and if you plagiarize I will...
