Rocky HillA Poem by I Don't Care If You're Contagiousmy first poem since the move
From sun and beach
to weird new faces to meet. So why did we have to move? Mom was being beat by dad No one knows were we went gone and distant. It is such a rocky road Funny that we are in Rocky Hill. Why can't I make new friends Or maybe find the one? Someone cute Maybe with a nice smile that makes me want her more and more in awhile. Maybe a girl who likes Pierce The Veil oh that would bring my soul back from hell. It would be perfect i can see it now all I have left to do is find her in the world's crowd.
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4 Reviews Added on April 28, 2012 Last Updated on April 28, 2012 AuthorI Don't Care If You're ContagiousRockey Hill, NJAboutMy name is Zagon Smith. I just moved away from California. Now I am stuck in an awkward small town in the small state of New Jersey. I hate hearing all of these accents everywhere I go. My birthday.. more..Writing
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