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  May 2015 HOOPS11
Blue Angel
You're Romeo and I'm Juliet
You are a Montegue and I'm a Capulet
I fell for you, when we first met
Though forbidden to see you, I still fled
My dad kept me away, and that hurt in many ways
He didn't see you from the inside out
He judged a book by it's cover
I explained to him you were different, because he didn't want to hear it
He saw the look in my eyes
The fire of fear of losing you
Losing you was too much
But I'm no longer 10, I'm 17 who is madly in love with my boyfreind and nothing can change that. I might be a scratched up Diamond, but as long as I still have my shine, I'm alright
I've been in a relationship for  a 1 year and 4 months, and I'm 17 turning 18 in 2 months, I love Wesley and nothing will change that
  May 2015 HOOPS11
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
life is just a game show just a great big quiz
we  have to find its questions and what the answer is.

what challenge will it give us we must wait and see
life it is the host what will be will be.

we must join its game what ever comes our way
find the answers that we need and win the state of play
  May 2015 HOOPS11
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i saw a little sparrow hawk a little bird of prey
hovering in the sky on a summers day.

looking for some food in the fields below
hovering very gently for his prey to show.

swooping down so fast ready for his ****
this lovely little creature showing off his skill.

flying off again to take his catch away
this lovely little creature natures bird off prey
  May 2015 HOOPS11
Sad Case
I'm that one girl, who sits in the back of the class.
Just so I can go unnoticed, make my life last.
I always hide in my room.
Just so I don't get beaten, and bruised.
The kids at school, call me worthless, and stupid.
The teachers, say I don't try, but I do try...
I try my hardest at everything, but they don't seem to notice.
My sibling's all they do is torture me.
As if they feed off of my pain, and fear.
I'm that one girl, who only wears ear buds.
To block out the voices of anger, and hurt.
My arms, are not that clean, or neat.
I'm not pretty, and when I say that I mean it.
Maybe I'm not worth it, maybe I'm just a piece of *******.
I am stupid, and I have come to believe it.
Maybe I really don't try hard enough, and I am not trying harder.
My sibling's can feed off me all they want, I don't care anymore.
I've taken my ear buds out, and I'm listening to the screaming of hate.
Yeah my arms are cut, and they will always be cut.
Yes I am not pretty, and that's the truth.
But I am me, and that's okay.
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