It's here,
In this room.
It's here,
It'll bring about our doom.
You think it,
Oh,how you do.
You say it,
Oh, how you'll rue.
Call it what you want,
It's cruel.
Call it what you think,
It is pure evil.
Gossip.
Lies.
Hate.
Cries.
We hate each other;
That's what it seems.
We hate each other;
We're so very mean.
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Book of Poetry
PoesíaThis book of poems were created by my best friend from school, she asked me not to say her name :P ... She is SUPER good and I asked her if I could put her poems on here so ... Here they are! I hope you enjoy! :)
