Making this poem form because Belle loves poems.
Belle randomly writes in her journal, so once you reach the "~"
You will know it's a different day she scribbled the poem.day twenty five; write a scene with a character who has dyed hair.
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Poems.
Author; Belle Jacobs
I wish I had yellow hair,
But I never want to grow a pear,
Those are for the men, or mature boys,
Not for this women whom still plays with toys.
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Does he really know?
Can my love possibly grow?
Should I stay & tell him, or should I go?
Maybe then I will live low.
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How can one smile so much,
Even though you are such a klutz,
You laugh, you trip, and you laugh again,
What's life like, living in the fast lane?
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Your blonde hair makes me envious,
I repeat, I am indeed very jealous,
I am stuck with this dark mess,
While you are living the life, I wish I could express.
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I am glad we had the chance to meet,
We bumped into an awkward greet,
We both crave the need for caffeine,
You are obsessed with shoes, like a teen.
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I once met this girl named Em,
Her name had a strange stem,
She would laugh, she would cry,
I did not want to say goodbye.
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Sad Eyes (Republished)
Teen Fiction"She's sad. You can see it in her eyes." (Republished. Editing VERY slowly).