A rose is on stage. It performs a piano concerto. I believe it's one of my best poems (with the exclusion of a couple. Also one of my oddest, but whatever). It's a short summary, I know, but I'm kinda feeling a bit slow tonight.
I was meditating on this topic for a short time, and I came up with a final thought on it. All though there is way more to what I typed, I decided to condense it all in two paragraphs (time and laziness).
I love everybody equally. I'm not a racist nor do I promote hatred of any kind. You'll see why I wrote this once you view this page.
Now since that's out of the way, feel free to enjoy the second-rate comedy!
A literary symphony regarding happiness' grand contents. In lamens terms, a poem about being joyful for no apparent reason. Maybe it'll particially cheer up this sad-teenager website we call Booksie.com
Jane and her family are at a funeral to mourn the loss of a loved one, when the curse of Jennifer Watson's grave plagues their lives. However the curse itself isn't the only thing Jane has to worry about...
This is a poem for a woman that I hold very dear to my heart. She has helped me through bad and worse, and the times in between. She has never left my side and I am grateful for that. All of this I say is true to the T,…