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There Was Once A Girl In My Class (I suggest you to grab some tissues)Category: poetry
Thursday, 7 December 2006
10:07:13 PM (GMT)
There was once a girl in my class,
With stunning complexion,
And the perfect body shape.
All the guys love her,
And she was,
The most popular girl around.
It was her thirteen birthday,
And she had already gone through,
Twelve boyfriends.
Every girl wanted to be like her,
The girl that gets every guy's, 
Full attention.
Whenever she walks by,
Guys would whistle and ask,
For a kiss.
One day she met a guy,
Tall, blond, and very handsome.
The most handsome boy,
She had seen her life.
He was who she ever wanted.
Hot,cute,understanding,and smart.
How much better can it get.
Months went by,
And they were still together,
But one day,
They went to a party,
And they both got drunk senseless.
They got a room,
And the rest of the night,
Was fun filled,
For both of them.
She awoke tommorro,
And thought everything was fine.
Until she had constant stomach pains.
Then missed her period.
It must be,
A coincidence she thought,
But in her heart,
She knew the truth.
Her stomach was growing rounder,
She fear she can hide it no more.
So she went to her boyfriend,
And told him the truth.
She thought he will understand,
And they will figure,
A way to solve the problem.
But he said that he did,
No such thing.
That the growing creature,
Inside her was someones else's.
After all he said,
He insisted that,
They go their sperate ways.
The girl was so shocked,
She fainted.
In her hospital bed,
The nurse told her,
That she was absolutly positive,
The girl cried and cried.
For the truth was too much to bare
She had a choice to aborated it.
But the girl does not have,
The heart to do it.
The next day she went,
Back to school.
Everybody wanted to know,
What happened toher.
So the girl told the truth,
Thinking that one of them,
Would understand.
But all the people,
She believed were her friends,
Only paid so much attention to her
Because they want a piece,
Of her popularity.
Now she has fallen,
They all left her dying.
All the people she believed in,
All turned their backs on her.
The next day,
She was found dead,
With a pisol in her hand.
Covered in her life's blood,
Was a note that wrote.
One mistake can change your life.
and how right was she,
For one mistake does have,
The ability to change your life.
So here we are,
Beside her grave.
Happy fourteenth birthday.

ihateyou says:   11 December 2006   872472  
i love it a lot something i would write becuse i  love to write dark
Angel617 says:   15 December 2006   176642  
I love dark poetry.
colagirl4 says:   15 December 2006   539782  
RozeRibbons says:   11 May 2007   679446  
T_T thats soo sad...
angel260 says :   28 October 2007   774974  
ok dats sad  but its not true. iv'e heard a similar story like dis on
myspace..... so yea


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