I WROTE THIS IN THE 10TH GRADE.

Well im the fire breathing dragon who eat’s one man Armies/ and asked you to lay ya heart upon me/ but you didnt trust the dragon/ was my skin too rough/ was my persona to tough/ well from the dragon’s point of view you ain’t trust em enough/ with teeth made of heart aches and Eyes as thin as glass/ I cry out sand and eat the time that passed/ and with a heart full of pride/ It dies by the disreguarding blade that you wield by your side… . .—matt—