jenny was a girl
who lived on a hill
i loved her once
and i always will
i loved her like a river
a river so deep
“stop following me,
you disgusting creep”
jenny was a girl
who disappeared in the mist
went to the city
and became a feminist
love is a street
than can run one way
but it still burns bright
no matter what they say
i look at the sunset
and the midnight sky
i will always love jenny
until the day i die
i loved jenny
but she didn’t love me
that is just the way
it was meant to be
i wrote this poem
from the heart
is it a “good” poem?
- don’t start
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