Becky's Poetry Blog

 My poem is in it.

Let's make plans to go out, There is no doubt that I will meet someone.

She has hate and anger issues Please don't give her a tissue 

,my poem is in it.

 Her flaring nostrils Her noisy breathing She cuts off people when they speak Her cold eyes  Her red face Her curling lips It was clear she had anger issues And she needed counseling Because she didn't have any friends

  I'm scattered brain. What will I gain?

 The apple is round The apple is on the ground.

I will love you forever I will love you whenever I will love you  wherever I will love you there ever