Bunches of Randommm

Man, you guys... I'm sooo bored. I just got back from this awesome church party and there was dancing and couples and I was like, "Meh. I'm single." My two friends were there and they were so cute with their love interests or whatever you want to call them.

Anyways... I thought you might want to read something from a book I wrote with one of my friends. I've been thinking about this friend a lot. She's been having a hard time with some stuff and I'm not exactly sure what's going on. But I want to be there for her in any way I can, ya know? She's one of my best friends and I don't want to ruin that with anything stupid that I usually do.

You know what? I think I'll write you guys a poem instead.

The Crop

This crop

It is in the dirt

Buried

In darkness

It is unloved

Not cared for

Taken away

Stolen

This crop is unable to be changed

It is now loved

Cared for

By you

By me

By all

When it is uprooted

It is loved even more

It is cut

And shredded

It is hurt

But loved

What is it to do

This round crop

That has been enclosed

Unloved

Not cared for

But is now being tended to

These crops

They can no longer be covered 

Or unloved

Because they are loved

By people

And so many others

Because they are no longer covered

Potatoes