Winter of nineteen-eighty,
in school, I had gotten better,
but with Johnny around, I felt as light as a feather.
He never ceased to amaze me,
he always left me wondering how much greater he could be.
He’d speak of my innocence,
But if only he could see,
the thoughts in my head that would surely make my mother disagree.
She'd ship me off to a church camp.
for my unholy behavior.
She'd lecture me on how much I needed our lord and savior.
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Dead Girl's Memoir
PoetryA man of his word, he seemed to be, if you had met him, I'm sure you'd agree. He'd strut through the room with his head held high, he'd smile at pretty ladies and simply just try. But trying was unnecessary with his looks, He was like the men from m...
