It's my birthday.
Mother baked me a cake and invited all our friends over,
and with the boy next door, she hoped I could get closer.
But as he spoke, I watched my door.
'I know Johnny will be here, I'm sure ‘.
He promised he'd be here,
but the time he hadn't made it very clear.
After two hours of sitting and waiting,
He finally made an entrance.
But the surprise that was awaiting,
had attracted an audience.
Johnny stood in the centre of the gathering,
but it wasn't his new haircut that grabbed everyone's attention,
It was the girl in his arms that caused all the tension.
Everyone in this room knows of my feelings,
This situation will really change how I see things.
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Double update since I wrote three poems yesterday.
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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...
