Once upon a time,
I heard about a boy.
I met him in the park,
The park I go to walk.
Got his name
And met his dame
A pretty lady
She was.
I saw him again
The other day.
While waiting,
No, walking.
By the pond.
In the park.
I go often.
To walk.
"Hey, it's you!"
"Yeah, it's me"
He asked me
To the movies.
I saw him
Again,
And again,
And again,
But then it was
Once too many.
He showed up at school.
"Meeting a friend."
Then we met at the pool.
"Going for a swim."
And at the gym.
"This is my time."
And the park.
"My dog needs a walk."
The store.
"Soda, I needed more."
The cinema.
"Mystery is my thing."
The library.
"Sherlock is so cool."
The court.
"Dragged along for a match."
And finally, my house;
Chained up.
"Please!
Let me out!"
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Fly Away
PoetryThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
