So, I was transferring a bunch of old files from the desktop to my laptop and I found a folder titled "poems" and they're mostly trash but this book is not just for good poems it's for the trashy stuff I wrote as a twelve-year-old and proudly gave my teacher as a present so here is a Christmas-y one on that note:
As I place the gifts for my family
Underneath the Christmas tree,
I wonder if teacher's thinkin' of me.
Have I been a student that's very good?
Have I done the things I should?
If I could pay her back, well then, I would.
Was I ever disrespectful or rude,
To put her in a bad mood?
If I could pay her back, well then, I would.
But is it too late for me to regret
The things I want to forget,
Or can I still pay her back yet?
As I place the Child in his manger-bed,
All these thoughts spin through my head.
Then I remember the Child's blood so red.
He has even more for me than her;
He has made me his sister,
And He's plucked my sinful, Satan-made burr.
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Random Poetry
PoetrySometimes poetry just bleeds out of me. Funny poetry, serious poetry, poetry that has good meter and complicated stuff, or poetry that's just a jumble of rhyming words. <Note: The first 20 or so are MOSTLY old poems, kinda light and silly and f...
