Poetry Class

[Jordan]

She sat in front of the class flipping through the poetry class flipping through the book. She wrote down her favorite poems.

Forever will be never
For the scarlet light touches your skin
When i breath the Entire past fads back into reality
Feeling your fingertips against my skin with the gently touch of the wind.
Feeling the warm caress of your lips never ceases to amaze me
Love will never end
For forever will be never

She come back
Through blood by blood
She returns
Cut deep now
Like me
Humanity saves her
Will she save me?

First accepted, loved
Then betrayed-spit in the face
Vengeance sweet like dots

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.