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“They lied to me!”
She screams to herself.
They promised!
That they would be there for her.
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
Walking up sorely and tired,
Not because I was beaten but because I peservered;
Chest high and admired,
Not by others but by myself revered.
Trying to move pass old pains,
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.
Since I was young I looked up to the stars.
The second to the right my eyes did meet.
And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
The bell rings and all is in a hurry
Halls begin to crowd and students begin to worry
For an invisible timer has started to tick
And it was time to get to class quick
My heart begins to rapidly beat
Look at me, and all the mistakes I did.
I wasn't thinking that night, and now he left me.
But look at you, my beautiful baby girl.
You've given me a chance to start over.
I promise to make you proud.
