Poems from Diamondsword761
Dear Step Mother.
We have shared many painful times.
Mainly when you backhanded me,
And brought that hellspawn you call your son,
Into...
The old man came back
To see the boy’s progress.
He saw the boy didn’t slack.
The man had a feeling of impress.
The young boy shined like a...
Once upon a time,
There was a boy,
Who didn’t own a dime.
His name was Roy.
He was very poor.
Living in a shack,
He didn’t even own a...
Oh, how I like and or dislike my chores.
Take out the trash when smelly, cold or hot.
Night and day, trash piling out the doors.
Thursday...
I'm from gravel slides and orange tinted pants,
To comfy sheets and clean jeans.
From not talking at all,
To barely talking.
(Even though...