Yep. I'm trying to be a poet. It's kind of sad, really. But I'm still trying it.

Disclaimer- yeah. I don't own Zach or Cammie or anything like that.

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His Story (Zach's Story)

You grew up in a world of lies,

You knew you were born to kill.

Every night, you heard pitiful cries,

But you were always frozen against your will.

You were looked down upon,

Shamed for things you never did.

You never questioned it; none of it was wrong,

Still, you wished for when you were a kid.

Back then, things were simple, somewhat easy,

Hard, sure, but you were still innocent.

You didn't kill, didn't create dead bodies,

You were you, nothing else to it.

But time destroys things; you're no diffrent,

Soon, you were a target, someone to be feared.

You never wanted this; none of it,

But there's no going back now; you'll forever see evil in a mirror.

But one day, you met a girl, a pretty one,

She had a nice smile, and a sharp tongue,

And her hair was brown and golden like the sun,

But you knew you couldn't have her; she needed to run.

After that, something started, sort of,

And you never knew what to call it exactly.

Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was love;

Or maybe it was something. Maybe it was everything.

Eventually, quietly, you fell. Hard.

But then you had to leave her behind.

Reguardless of how she felt, you were scarred,

And you couldn't, even if you wanted to, rewind.

Things happened; people got hurt,

But throughout it all, you kept her safe.

Maybe you knew you had seen the end of your search,

And maybe, just maybe, she was what you craved.

But now she knows; about everything,

And she ran. Gone. Just like that.

So go get her; there's still time,

And maybe your story can still have a good wrap.

So run, follow her, show you care,

Go, fly, you can stop it all, everything.

She's still safe, you have time to spare,

And, finally, you can be the author of your story.

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Horrible? Amazing? The best or worst thing you ever read? Yeah, tell me. That's be cool.

Also, just in case you haven't noticed, I am not really working on anything else at the moment- so Viva La Vida? Yeah, that's... I'm not writing that anymore. It sucked, truthfully.

But, yeah. I hope to get on here more often and, you know, actually write more stuff. I miss FanFiction. :]

So, yeah. Hope this poem didn't suck! :)