POEM

I was going through one of my GOD-AWFUL 7th grade blogs-- I'll blog about it later, maybe-- and I found a poem I wrote in 4th grade. Or 5th grade. I looked at it now, went "hmm!", and tossed it into Google Docs for some editing. I edited it up and changed some of the really cheesy bits and made it rhyme better in places and have decided to place it here for your enjoyment and/or horror.
The title
and also the poem:
"Our Flower" by Roonil Wazlib, age 10 or 11 (NOTE: IF YOU CAN COME UP WITH A BETTER TITLE PLEASE TELL ME BECAUSE I CAN'T COME UP WITH ONE BUT I DON'T LIKE THIS ONE)

Such a beautiful flower in such a terrible place,
Where a bountiful smile ne'er does grace a man's face.
Where all the creatures surrounding are just as forlorn
And the beggars on the doorstep are ragged and torn.
Such a glamorous flow'r, wasting its days
In a desolate wasteland, ne'er graced by the sun's rays.
Such a flow'r's our love, wild and untended.
My heart may be broken, not soon to be mended.
If you perchance saw the state that I'm in,
(And it’s worse than any I’ve ever been in)
Perhaps then you'd see what you have done to me
And of these sad visions you'd never be free.
These things I do tell you not to cause you pain
But to show you the longing that I hold in vain.
The one that you speak of so often, rejoice!
...For because of my tears I have lost my voice.
My love, you shan’t hear any more tender words--
You care for mine not, or so I have heard--
But when fleeting time has turned us all gray,
I hope you'll remember those sunshine-filled days
When we used to stroll through the world's boulevards,
With my hand in your hand and my heart in your heart...
I ask my forgiveness for making you hear
My remembrance of all of the things that I still hold dear
I swear I’ll be silent and now end my laments,
And, if you like, you can keep all our moments.

So, erm, there you have it.

The original was much, much worse-- I get that that's hard to believe-- and the rhyming was even worse and the cheesiness was absolutely over the top. I almost completely changed most of the last 10 lines or so, but still.

Maybe someday I'll post the original and LUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLL in horror at the adorableness of my younger self.

Probably not, though.