Danielle Perez Poems

Tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…
We count down our time here on this internal clock.
Our days here are quickly coming to their ends.
As it is almost time to say good bye to all of our friends.
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For so long no one knew,
About the little house that was blue.
It had been there, lonely for years.
Now all I hear about are the fears.
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The woods are scary.
The wood is where it happened.
So quiet and dark.
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I’m really hungry for some yummy cake.
It is going to be a happy day.
The baker better not make it taste fake.
All of my friends and I down by the bay.
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