The kind boy,
With his nice words,
Has an evil mind,
And nasty nerves.
The quiet girl,
With the sweetest voice,
Has met with the wrong guy,
And taken a turn for the worse.
She tumbles,
It was an accident,
The kind boy with nice words,
He swears,
But he has an evil mind, and nasty nerves.
It was a horrible spill.
And all her good friends came to her aid.
Though she was long gone,
Before they ever came.
And the kind boy with his nice words,
Has gotten away,
With no less worth.
But what of the quiet girl with the sweetest voice?
Well,
She rests somewhere,
Where no one hears noise.
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Poems by Fel
PoetryThese are poems I have written. There are quite a few. If you cannot tell, I am putting Dates in the titles now, next to names. If it has just a date, then there is no name. If there's not title or date, then it has no date. I may label those as dat...
