The day I wrote this poem, stands crystal clear in my mind. I remember the weather, the odors and scents of the world around me, the colours of the flowers, the sun glistening off the fresh blood that was just beginning to coagulate upon my knee.. It's something I will never forget.
Here's the poem as it was originally written. Don't laugh now.. :)
I'm going out on a limb here and am incredibly vulnerable to negative feedback (even positive can hurt fyi!, so be careful). I was a kid when I sat down to write it, and I never went back to review it later. This is the rawest deal that you'll ever get out of me (I think). So wear your kiddy gloves please, I'm especially sensitive about this poem, 'cause when I wrote it back then, I was, and now again when I post it up for you guys to read, I still am a kid. :)
This poem is among the first of a long string of literary embarrassments. It's full of bungles and paints a stupid childish world. So yeah, I do _know_ that the poem's not worth writing home about, and don't need to be told that either. :)
1corrected weird year in date thanks to pinak
2spelling corrected by subtle_blues
3removed extra '0', thanks to subtle_blues