Poems from ABW372
"There is no such thing as magic."
Or, that's what they told me.
I wouldn't believe it, though -
To stop believing is to die,
To give up,...
In my home, there is a window
In the kitchen, next to the table.
It's a big window, where the sun
Shines through, every morning.
On cold...
A poem is
Simple, really.
Its words go in
Straight lines, only
Going where the
Writer tells them to.
Or, that's what people
Think. The...
I danced with him, once.
There was a boy in my class,
Who was depressed. Everybody
Knew about it. But no one said
Anything to him. Not a...