The feeling of guilt- better said, the feeling of dread On that horrible, horrible, horrible night It’s hard to believe it all started with that gleaming knife Hopefully, that was enough to kill the rage They both had the courage, they all were brave So pick it up and make violence take a pass Though he never saw a sunset, Pony remembersĮach and every ray, like dim glowing embers
His life, like the gold of the sun, shimmers and shines The heart of a crystal, always a lover, and never a crook His legacy is dedicated, written down in a book Is missed by each and every one of his broken clan Now everybody’s stomach is tied in a painful, griefed knot Nobody would’ve known, nobody would’ve thought that he was gonna get shot That his life was ended by that single shot? In vain of the death of a friend he adored I do realize I have slightly repetitive content in each one lol. Hinton's "The Outsiders" and I thought it'd be cool to show you which one's I wrote. Hi reader! So my last lesson in my English class was to write a couple of poems about the novel we're reading in class- S.E.
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