Shopping SpreeA Poem by Kenna Marie
Some days you have the ability,
others on a shopping spree. Dressing clean, ultra supreme. To live is just a dream that only you can see with binoculars. I live in our own aura, the World and I. Where we can kickback, sleek the ruffles out of our curtains. With blood sleeking down the glass window pane, the beginning of a crystal clear scheme with crimson stains. A passing by expert, I have yet to earn what removed hastes to which I should come to a slower pace. Push you into my fool, a clown to a stalemate. Copping everything on a shopping spree, my feet don’t touch the ground, they elevate. Now I’m trying to jam using these hands, but one grips at fear. I don’t have time for tainted misused feelings. I have to make them squeal for me. Hide in the bushes, they want to be seen with me. Using correct of muscle, I hold me. Carrying all these packages, I’m the one you want. © 2016 Kenna MarieReviews
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StatsAuthorKenna MarieAboutHello! I'm a high school student. I use a lot of my time dedicated to writing poetry, short stories etc. Art is my passion, consisting of but not limited to...musical, creative and performance. I'm a.. more..Writing
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