Poems from MaddisonDayton

I sit and write poetry during Spanish class. It's kinda evolved into a way of life. Long live the poets of this generation.
His wrinkled hands shake as he takes the tray from my hands. His eyes tell the story, of a life of suffering I will never be able to...
I am walking through stone hallways can anyone hear what my soul is dying to purge? They are throwing bricks as I pass. Is it the shoes?...
There in the light of the moon and the lamp is where you shall stay in my heart forever. With the shadows falling across your perfect face...
Jane will tell a lie and doors will click shut, her key will turn, solitude. Jane will shed a tear and silence will envelope her, the...

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