I lived alone with a mother of three
a sister of two and me
he fell in to my hands like a child with ice cream
his name was johnny supreme
we became best friends like a flower and a bee
then he told me i would be the only one to see
we danced, we sang for he loved me
i loved him like an apple in tea
but soon after it came to be
he fell sick cancer though of as a cootie
later in a year he died on the string
and who knew next would be me
i put that bottle to by head and died with a gleam
now i live not alone but with he,
little johnny boy and me.
A contest entry
- My First Contest by OldBear34.
450 points, ended October 7, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your Sadness!
Your poem reaches the darker emotions, flowing into the abyss with ease.
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