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Well, my name is Amanda, or well Mandie. I'm 16, and I love to write poetry. I often get the urge to write when I'm half alseep or in school. The past year has been pretty had, living so far from my first love. Most of the poems are about that. |
All these years,
Well three to be exact...
It makes me feel like I'm nothing,
Because of what you did...
As I sit and wonder why,
Thoughts of you go by...
All these years,
Well three to be exact...
A best friend,
'till the end...
The bird magically fluttered through the air,
like a butterfly; so soft; so swift...