StoriesA Poem by mary jane hipsteri think all fellow writers will appricate thisMany stories float around in my head Dragons, wizards They'll keep coming till I'm dead
Stories help me work out my feelings Hopes, dreams I hate it when I hit the ceiling
When I get stuck in my mind Emptyness, black Normally it's easy but, theres no pictures this time
I hate this especially at the end Where will he go? I have let down my new formed friend
created this mystical wonderland but, without an ending it desinigrates to sand
my character just disappears no more adventures, no more fears I hate it when my mind goes clear © 2008 mary jane hipster |
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Added on February 22, 2008 Authormary jane hipsterlos angeles, at the moment, CAAboutim a hippie and i just started writing more..Writing
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