Hey, this is more stuff for Fried Green Tomatoes! Again, this stuff was what I worked on for school; I got an 89 percent on my novel study!
This will be my FGT poem thing.
Again, I do not own Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café.
Love is like oxygen,
But whenever I'm near her,
I just can't breathe.
This love is what's keeping me strong in this dark part of my life.
I'm glad I'm not near her right now,
…I need to breathe.
If I couldn't,
I know I would die.
But I sure as hell won't let him be the one to kill me.
I need to be strong.
But I need to be near her to be strong.
I want to stop breathing,
In that good way.
I need to show her I've always cared.
I need to show her that I loved her,
That I still love her.
I need to show her I still love my beecharmer.
And this would be Ruth, hope you liked it!