While the heart turns black
we lost our track
the heart must mend
but I don’t have a clue
we lost our track
what was told was true
but I don’t have a clue
of what I should do
what was told was true
I didn’t believe
what I should do
I think he’ll leave
I didn’t believe
the heart must mend
I think he’ll leave
while the heart turns black
By Alyssa, 7th grade
[photo by kreg.steppe via flickr]
Tumblewords
Oh. The angst of this one strikes home. Good work!
Linda Jacobs
I like this pantoum! Great use of repetition!