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caitlyn Acheson Poems
There once a girl named Megan, and no she wasn't a Paegan. She sat in her computer class, she sat ontop of her hairy... @$$
The sun goes down, the moonlight glistens, everythings quiet, no one listens, The hearts of young little girls and boys, sometimes brake like stupid toys.
I fall asleep, for you to see, when you dream, do you dream of me? In my dream i always dream of you you take my hand and you carry me through.
You and me are good friends, like Glinda and Elphaba. We share a lot in common like doing the fast cha-cha. We laugh a lot we start to cry, of all the little things in life.
The Six of us we get along, We smile a lot and we have a song. We skip to school and we act real dumb, and when one of us does not show up, we end up getting numb.
Loving you is a sin
I walk into the classroom, not knowing what to expect. You say take out your text books to page one hundred and six. I take a lot of deep breaths, and swallow really hard, i tried real hard to listen, but in the end its a different card.
A flower today, A flower tomorrow
I'll give you a flower, for everyday that I know you, A rose, A daisy, maybe a dafadil to. For if you take the flower I know how you feel, For you know it to, you'll keep them aseel
Inside my heart, i'm turning blue within, because he loves you, and you love him. His love for me is very short, he looks at me, as if where ever I am, i'm to close for comfort.
I walk to school with my heart in my hand, I don't move it, you wouldn't understand I walk to school with my head to the ground, I don't try to smile, I don't make a sound.
your such a prep, no body knows, you wear too little to much shows. you walk around like your so big, you hairs so ugly, do you wear a wig?
Take me with you, next time you leave me, your my only one, my life, my energy. I'll be your queen, and you can be my king, we'll be together, we can conquer anything.
One upon a time there lived a girl named Megan, Who spent all her life on a street corner begging. People made fun of her, and luaghed when she cried, Every single day she wish she just died.
Love is just a game
Love is, a joke. a mystery. an in-spiration.
do you love me to?
I reach my hand out to reach yours, but you seem so far, behind locked doors. I think of you so much, your making me go crazy, Listen to my heart, can you hear me?
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There once a girl named Megan,
and no she wasn't a Paegan.
She sat in her computer class,
she sat ontop of her hairy... @$$
She begged and begged for the teacher to let her go, see...
Megan had to go for a really bad... PEE.
She struggleed, she ignored, she fought not to go.
But she just gave up you that feeling you know.
So she rose her hand and begged and pleaded.
But the teacher just laughed shes very conceited.
She got so fed up she stood up and she yelled in a hiss.
'HEY YOU MISS I GOT TO GO FOR A P! $$! ! '
Dedicated to Megan Archambault! love ya...