I'm glad that's there's so many writers on this website
That makes me really happy.
The poem I'm going to post on here got published in a book, so I'm pretty proud of it. It might seem a little lame to some of you, but I wrote it like..4 years ago, so bear with me:
The boy knows not of what he feels
He doesn't know that this is real
He thinks it all to be a game
He tried to play with the other toys
But soon came to realize nothing
He did could change how he felt
Nothing at all
Because he had liked her game the best
He had fallen for a soulless witch
Someone with a heart as dark as his own
Someone with a touch colder than snow
The second her lips had met his own
He had been engulfed with real dark bliss
He had experienced true love's deadly kiss
He gave into her and when he did
She bled him dry