Back to school.
Memories starts to arrive again.
All those kids acting so cool,
bullying ,thinking that this is just a game.
Memories of scars, blood, and tears,
all those memories drowned in fear.
But light came to wake me up,
a light that came to pick me up.
That light has healed all my scars.
That light has dried out all my blood.
That light has wiped up all my tears.
That light was a boy named Luke.
These thoughts of death
roamed around my head.
Those thoughts are wiped away,
and Luke always made my day.
Back to school I was,
where I can see his eyes,
his face, his lips, his lovely hands,
those thoughts,
they made me blush.
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HALLO YOU GUYS! well this is kind of different huh? WOW A POETRY BOOK HAS RHYMES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! yah a friend of mine told me that i should put SOME rhymes but I decided to put ALL of them ryhming. idk ok? im still a little toddler, learning how to stand. woah that was a good one. lol
anyways hope you liked it. :)
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