hi im abby and i love to write poems so read away! off to the magical land of imagination! that is the beauty of writing, it takes you anywhere so let the waves pull you in to my world. |
Sitting alone at 2AM
Thinking of the day ahead...
I wipe my tears from my eyes
and give it one more try...
She was a large framed woman
Her dress was a tent...
What am I so afraid of?
Why do I even care...
Who are you to judge me?
I just want to be set free...
Who are you to judge me?
I just want to be set free...
What am I so afraid of?
Why do I even care...
There was a boy named Walker
Everyone thought he was a stalker...
There once was a boy who could count
But was ugly and liked to pout...
She was a large framed woman
Her dress was a tent...