James Adams, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything. He was one of a kind, truly. How could anyone forget about those chocolate brown eyes, or the way his shaggy hair falls over his face when he leans over, or the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was concentrating. How could anyone not remember the way he...
Poetry I've had to write for English classes. There's no rhyme or reason to any of this. No specific theme. Just completely random poems. :) I put the school year I wrote them next to the title so one could see how I've *grown* as a poet. (I probably haven't, I really don't want to.) Anyways, enjoy!!!
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I looked all around me, everything was blurry, unclear. "WHAT DID YOU DO, LILY!" I felt an aching in my throat, as tears began to fill my eyes. My entire body throbbed, and I was clutching onto something. Something sharp. A knife. And blood was dripping from it. _____________________________________...
