November 29th, 2003
Butterfly
Inside my sight
I see you fluttering
With all your might
You fly so beautifully
With your only two wings
That flower
Always seems like it sings
Butterfly,
You’re my best friend
Note: Thank you for going through a throwback month with me. I have a lot of new content I’m excited to start sharing with you all!
November 29th, 2003
Live to die
Never speak
In a capsule
I can’t keep
Dig a hole
Very deep
Put it in
And start to weep
Maybe someday
I will see you again
Maybe someday
We will live to be friends
Note: If this seems dark for an 11-year-old to have written it, this was my interpretation of what happens to a friendship when someone breaks a “cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye” promise.
November 21st, 2003
Fine, leave me faster than a shooting star flies
That’s how it went – yeah
If that’s how it’s going to be
Here’s what I have to say
[Chorus:]
Go where you want to go
Be where you want to be
See what you want to see
Then live what you want to live
Bye
That’s the last one you’ll ever hear
Yeah
Adios, see you later señor – not
I said bye
Gotta go
See you later – not
Bye
[Chorus:]
Go where you want to go
Be where you want to be
See what you want to see
Then live what you want to live
Doll Poetry 