POEM STARTER
‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’
Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.
Fake Friends
I thought friends were supposed to care
I thought they were supposed to help
Not rip
And tear ever last feeling
You had out
Not to have you crying rivers
On the floor
I thought they were ment to care
Not make you feel like you need to change
Be skinny
Be pretty
That’s all I feel like my friends say
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