A mirror crashes,
a girl standing by...

-this is my Holocaust unit poem-
Shivering, cold, tired...

The whistle of a soft breeze feels so nice,
When a blazing summer day approaches...

Inside of me,
There is an inner child...

The hiss of the secret waves,
The crash against the small saluted ship...

Billy....
Why Billy did u bring that gun to school...

Wishing we were together
wanting you back...

Every time i see you...
i trip and stumble...

People say,
we don\'t \"fit\&quot...

Every night and every day
i dream of you...

-the illness sweeps across like a fly, spreading...

*//when I see you
our silence shows it all...