The zucca Poem
I shall call it the zucca Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on random thoughts I'd have at one point o another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to te the Unfinished...

The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if te want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and detto "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's te must of thought I stud te up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly detto "Mama
Eva we got te an ice cream!" and David detto "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom detto "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David detto "Mama Eva...

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know te can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if te could read my mind...