Final poem in my 8th grade notebook.
He's the only thing on her mind
She can't help but wonder
"Am I ever on his mind?"
They've created a friendship, blind
Blinding the love
Her thoughts flutter like a dove
She cannot stop thinking about love
She's the only thing on his mind
He can't help, but ask,
"How do I make a bind?"
A bind to make their love unblind
Unblinding the love
His thoughts flutter up above
He can't just think about love
He loves her
She loves him
But do they love them?
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Crappy Poems By J. Rose
PoetryHere are some poems that I had written as an 8th grader. I am not a poet, but I gave it a try. I hope you hate them as well as I do. P.S. I HAD to do these for school.
