It’s poem day here at Around The Writing Rainbow, and sadly, I haven’t written any complete poems yet, so here’s an old on. And I won’t lie, it’s a little embaressing to post this old one since it was before I really started to know the way I write now. But I hope you enjoy it.
Her name’s Estelle,
I know her real well.
She’s got the face of an angel,
and the heart of a little girl.
She’s a rocker and a punk,
she’s into skulls and that kind of junk.
She wears converses and vans,
she listens to underground bands.
It’s Friday night and she’s all alone,
staring at the phone,
coloring her hair blue,
and trying to sing, too.
She’s got his number by her door,
but she won’t call him anymore,
cause they’re not friends,
and they won’t be again