Thursday, January 28, 2010

Cycle 11: Poem.

When I met him it was like magic,

Although he didn't know I hated cars and motors I went to the car show with him,

Everything he was saying was over my head,

Things like spark plugs and things like carburetor,

It all sounded like a mess,

I sat bored out of my mind,

Listening to every word.

Two days afterward i called him and said,

" I hated the car show.",

He asked why I lied all i could say was i really liked you,

He came over that evening and told me one thing ill never forget,

Be true to yourself and you will always find happiness.

By: Lacy

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