I wrote it reflecting upon a broken friendship. Good critisim is asked but keep in mind that I'm 13.
It started as a drop,
Landing with a plop,
On a rock, outside my window
But with the tone of a clock,
more rain fell on the rock.
And the wet it shone,
on the surface of the stone
led the rain softly creeping
of the drops on the rock deeping.
From there they started to ecetch,
on stone they began to scetch.
But the rock holds together,
as its body starts to dissever.
But as the rock lay eroding,
the surface starts unfolding.
Like a dart,
had blown the rock apart.
The killer left no token,
on why the rock's been broken.
But no tears been shed,
can rescue the once dead
Like the dents on the rock,
never peeling,
Like the wounds in my heart.
never healing.
2006-12-23
13:59:23
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