Walking down the hall
sad
because
I never see him
anymore.
But no-
today he is there!
I duck my head-
dismay!-
I wear old gray.
Smooth my hair,
check.
Look, is he looking?
No?
Look again...
still no!
Last chance.
Please look.
Please-
gone.
He's gone.
Passed by.
And I walk on.
On to 4th block.
It is a normal day.
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nice. not the message, wich i s a lil depressing and too familiar, but the poem itself is. btw, poems with no rhyme scheme can be referred to as "open" while those with them can be referred to as "fixed"
ReplyDeleteI like saying no rhyme scheme. rules aren't fun :] seriously, Beauty and The Beast should sing about this. It is also a "tale as old as time"
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