By Karl Philip Dondoyano
Grade 9 - Mercy
I’m like a spoon that
Has lost a fork and was thrown away;
Like I was being a brat
Who lost his shoes in the month of May.
I can never feel like before.
I was crying on the shore.
You’re the reason I’m feeling blue;
And you left with no clue.
Now, you’re gone
And you’re on the other side.
I thank you for all the fun,
But you were supposed to be my bride.
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