*This is a poem that my friend, Chelsea wrote. She...
This is a sad story...
I’m lying here on the floor
My wrists still bleeding...
Late nite fone calls
saying i love you...
I'm the girl that no one see's
i'm the girl crying on my knees...
Right now I should get an ‘I love...
Or maybe a few hugs and kisses...
Black spills over the dome of the sky,
Revealing the true king of the sky\'s pale glory...
Nestled in the goodness of care,
broken hearts in search of repair...
I’m sick of being a failure,
it seems its my only reality...
Dear Reader, this is a bit long-but try and read...
You know the story...
I lie beneath the surface,
numb to what i feel...
As u walk around JobCorps all u hear is gossip...
But when u turn yo back all you do is see drama...
A rondel is a French form consisting of 13 lines...
ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the...