Unfinished poem.

This is a poem I was going to give to someone but I just never finished it.
I know, it's really horrible, but whatever, I'm gonna say it anyway.

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Biodome.
We met in a game so brutal,
Where you kill people and backstab, it's cruel.
Even though I died so early on,
I thought to myself, and hit respawn.

I thought you were so smart, cool, and kind.
I asked you to truce, and you didn't mind.
As I got stabbed, I told you I was a pro.
After I clicked respawn, I needed to go.

One day when I was on survival,
I was waiting on a friend's arrival.
I looked in chat and saw that you messaged me,
I was about to reply, but I ran into a tree.​

And that's all I have so far. I will most likely not finish this, as for I don't need the person it's for to read it.
I hope they know it's for them.

 

This. Is. Amazing.

 

DIS IS AMOOZIN

Just a little mistake right there :P

 

Oh my gosh. Thanks and I didn't notice that at all xD

 

Nicee c:

 

cool :)