The Riddle

He sat there.
A pinch of cold stroke him.
thinking, writing, laughing
The space is diminutive,
The clean fragrance within an atmosphere.
Tiles surrounded him.
He sweats as he pushes himself,
nothing, but an odor,
the cleanliness fades.
Boulders of fists,
a splashhe smiles in relief.
Not yet, It's not over.
The smell is striking.
Blood around his body is seen in the color of his face,
until it leaves his naked body.

Fifth Grader Love

This was my first poem ever, I wrote it to a wonderful girl in my class in fifth grade. I will not be fixing or changing anything in this poem, please excuse spelling or grammer mistakes.

here it goes:

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Simple word can describe

you took my eyes ever since I saw you

but i hid my feelings

when i wanted to tell you my feelings

I was affraid,

affraid you would burst my bubble

But in the end I gave up, I had to tell you

and i was surprised that you feel the same way

you made me smile

I was so happy that each time I look at you I become shy,

as if its the first time I see you

again.

Each time you look back at me

you make butterflies bursting from my stomach

just because they want to see the angel

I was telling them about

I enjoyed you teaching me,

even if sometimes I would appritiate a wrong answer or two

My butterflies went up to GOD

told him about u

about us

now if u listen to the rain drops you can hear a rythem

"he loves you"

you have Romanticated my life

i love you

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