Another random poem I wrote. I tried to make it rhyme, but I didn’t feel like it.
Titled “If There Was A Chance”
If there is a chance
I would get away from here
Without a second glance
But, no.
The world is like this,
Small and dark and evil.
And it always will be.
It was because of you;
You whom I trusted;
You whom I loved.
It was all because of you…
In my heart, a fire blazes
Strong and wild,
It will never fade.
Never, ever… until…
But if there is a chance,
I would move away from this
Without a second glance.
Without you, my heart sways;
Longing for you;
Crying for you.
If I could have
One wish come true
It would be real
And strong and true
I’m starting to think
That maybe this was a mistake
Coming here and all…
Why would you do this?
It’s you whom I love;
You who I’ll miss.
My heart longs for you…
And it always will.
Would it be unfair
For me to think this way?
I wouldn’t exactly dare
Maybe another day?
If you’d been different
My world would’ve changed
I’m feeling deep pangs of resent
And silent flames of rage
And if there was a chance;
That I could sneak away
From this mess; I would; without another glance
But now… I feel so betrayed…
Why…?
Rebecca Kiyurie Chan
Titled “If There Was A Chance”
If there is a chance
I would get away from here
Without a second glance
But, no.
The world is like this,
Small and dark and evil.
And it always will be.
It was because of you;
You whom I trusted;
You whom I loved.
It was all because of you…
In my heart, a fire blazes
Strong and wild,
It will never fade.
Never, ever… until…
But if there is a chance,
I would move away from this
Without a second glance.
Without you, my heart sways;
Longing for you;
Crying for you.
If I could have
One wish come true
It would be real
And strong and true
I’m starting to think
That maybe this was a mistake
Coming here and all…
Why would you do this?
It’s you whom I love;
You who I’ll miss.
My heart longs for you…
And it always will.
Would it be unfair
For me to think this way?
I wouldn’t exactly dare
Maybe another day?
If you’d been different
My world would’ve changed
I’m feeling deep pangs of resent
And silent flames of rage
And if there was a chance;
That I could sneak away
From this mess; I would; without another glance
But now… I feel so betrayed…
Why…?
Rebecca Kiyurie Chan
It was the first day of high school and courtney was sitting in her desk by her best friends bridgette and leshawna and her boyfriend duncan who is sitting behide her. see courtney is still a CIT and she has longer hair about to her back and she was wearing a tank top with a picture of a red rose and the letter on it said bad girl and short pants. but the only thing she want to be is a leader of the cheerleader and she was all ready a CIT. hey courtney. said bridgette hey bridgette. said courtney so are you ready to meet our new teacher courtney. said bridgette yeah total. said courtney well down get your hopes up i heard that she a nice teacher. said bridgette then teacher came in. hello kids. my name is Toot portia but you can call me Mrs.portia. so let start on learn about math. said Mrs.portia it was four hours... ok class time for lauch. chr.2 lauch time