My Life is a Bore
My life is a bore,
It makes me want to snore.
Everything is the same,
Which means that everything is still lame.
I sit around and watch TV,
And believe me,
Doing that all day is not my cup of tea.
I have no space,
To run and play,
I cannot race,
My brother Ray.
My room’s not big,
It’s rather small,
Sometime’s I’d rather sleep in a stall.
My father reads books,
My mother uses crochet hooks,
And I’ve got nothing to do.
All my toys are in boxes,
I can’t find my stuffed foxes,
Because we have just moved.
My life is a bore,
It makes me want to snore.
Everything is the same,
Which means that everything is still lame.
And here is the next poem.
Best Friends
What happened to us?
We used to be best friends.
Do you remember,
When we were younger,
And we gave each other necklaces and gifts.
Now we have drifted apart.
You went your way,
And I took mine.
I took the road less traveled,
While you hurried towards a busy street.
You took off,
Leaving behind,
Nothing.
You left for the so-called ‘popular’ kids.
Not me.
I stood up for what was right,
Even if it meant leaving an old best friend behind.
But then I ask myself,
Were we ever really best friends?
They're both really awesome! :)
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