Her Sollitude: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.
By: Zach Brehany
My mind thinks.
Revolves what he says.
It does make sense.
She could be depressed.
Being depressed,
It does makes sense.
From possible mutilation,
to being alone.
But I wish she would let me in.
I do not diserve this.
I never had
Yet I am treated as such.
Such a way I do not diserve.
I have always been a good friend.
Helped her when needed
Gave her advice when wanted.
But no thanks in return.
May be I should tell of her secret.
Her exploit.
That will serve her right.
Nah, I won't.
Too evil.
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