Ah well, here's a poem, I don't think I've posted it yet:
Safe and secure, tucked into my bed
The curtains drawn shut; the air still
No one can reach me; no one can hear
All they see is the light passing through
The rabbit hops by; I let it pass
The caterpillar now flies; I stay where I’m at
I keep my mind closed to dreams
And in doing so, I save my head
I look through the pane of glass
That in this world is called a window
Look at the mistakes my former self made
As the red rose vines curl around my heart
And I slowly find myself looking into the world unseen
By the people who don’t believe in dreams
I try not to; but I already have my sight
And I can’t stop seeing, what is always there
Safe and secure, tucked into my bed
The curtains drawn shut; the air still
No one can reach me; no one can hear
All they see is my glass domain
I LOVE this poem, Britney!
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE FORGIVEN!!!!!!!!! now keep writting poetry like that and get on more often!
ReplyDeleteThank, thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes, Ma'am. *salute*