Now, now ok... well I want to try a this ... So if you like it.... Well yeah..... Enjoy :)
Pippa's polished pebbles pitifully perch ponderously on perfect view. Pippa pondered perposterous plans. Pippa petted the pebbles pondering. Poor pebbles pained at Pippas plans. The pebbles perfectly knew Pippa's plans. Pippa's plans were to perform for people. People with pained pasts. People would bring pain to Pippa. Pippa performed for people and met Penelope. Poor pained Penelope. Pippa's performance was pitiful. Although it was so, Penelope loved Pippa.
Pippa and Penelope fell in love. Poor Penelope. Penelope's parents, Pastor Panchentti and his perfect wife Penny would not allow this.
Painful days passed and Penelope's and Pippa's poor love grew.
Penelope's paradise consisted of Pippa and Pippa's the same.
Penny and Pastor Panchentti pondered plans for Pippa's death.
Pippa was killed, perfect blade used purposely by Penchotto, Pastor Panchentti's brother that was in prison. Pippa was gone...
Penelope soon knew of her death and picked up the pebbles. And put them in the perfectly purple- blue waters of the lake.
Penelope, perfectly poised, pounced to the perfect waters....
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Poems by Yasmin
PoetryWell this is a bunch of poems I wrote that express who I am and what I feel. (And quotes I like too.) If it sucks too bad don't read it and if you like it thanks so much :) I also describe what it's like to be me... a weird, overweight, teen girl...
