hello, I'm Denise. To be honest I don't know what to think of poetry, but sometimes things just pop into my mind and I feel like writing it down. I may not post much, but perhaps in the end it will be more. |
There once was this little girl
Once so shy but filled with glee...
It's just like heaven in disguise.
Until the morning, till it dries...
As some things just happen to pass by
I just seem to, bit by bit, happen to die...