The young grl,
was lieing there in a puddle of blood,
scattered in grass and leaves,
also covered in mudd.
she looked very pail.
she looked unhappy.
she told many that her life.
was just filled with gravy.
enter her heart
from which her mest up life,
began to start.
from within her,
her darkness tore her apart,
never again wanting to thrive,
pop tarts.
(ok well i hope you like the poem me n ma new homeboi Shahenny made it up in ma new sck0ol. the ending we thought was halariouse so i hope you really liked it!!!!)
