Not a poem but a short story
Date made: unknown
Date suspected: 2020 or 2021
Tears fall from the young boy's eyes as he cried his suffering out. He looked down at the cold stiff thing in his arms. Oh, how he wishes his sister was there with him holding him and comforting him like always. She was the only thing he had. The only person who showed him any kindness. Her sweet smile and curious nature always made him happy. Especially when their mother died.
But nothing will bring back the dead corps in his arms
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My Awful Poems
PoetryMy awful poems from middle school till now!! They are cheesy, they are badly written, and some might not make any sense without context. I hope you will laugh at them as I have now.
