only just started poetry so please tell me what you think and tell me how i can change my work to better it... |
Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
Deep fears burning,
different places there...
Broken in half,
torn in two...
Twas the night of a nightmare,
fragments stuck like glue...
Tall and withered flower,
browned papery petal...
Tall and withered flower,
browned papery petal...
Twas the night of a nightmare,
fragments stuck like glue...
Broken in half,
torn in two...
Deep fears burning,
different places there...
Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
When life gives you lemons,make grape juice. Then sit back and let the world wonder how the heck you did it. |