hi. i'm ellie... i'm having a hard time recently. lack of things to write (but hatred) , lack of things to think about (but a certain person and thing named *ahem*) , and lack of sleep. find time to read my poems, if you want... :)
I'd often wonder, 'What's with my age?
What; s with it that people get enraged? '
I mean, come on, I'm only twelve, OK,
Can't I do things my way?
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Sometimes, when you do something
But everyone around declines,
You think, “So what? Are they my folks
Who have the right to control my mind? ”
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They say an educator is an inspiration
If his students pursue dreams with fierce dedication.
So this poem I write for a teacher I've just met,
Being in his class I wouldn't regret.
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When I first saw you
I thought we'd just be friends.
Then you said that you'll always need me
So I guessed our friendship would never end.
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(Remember:
With the heart, you can love. You can forgive. You can see the real beauty of a person. Without it, you’re numb. You’re useless. You’re dead.)
Good morning, teacher,
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