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ok heres a poem that i wrote all by my self with no ones help so dont make fun of me ok.
The bueaty of time has brought my meaningless life an unborn magic.
words of sorrow are seen from the window of a broken home.
Left out on the laundry line to dry.
They glint in the sun, there is an unspoken truth blowing with the wind, drying these words.
Tears fall...
Yet sorrow is still there out side, compleatly dry, they will now become forgotten and once again
All is quiet. . .
ok so its not the best thing in the world but hey you dont have to hate me for it right.
right now for new stuff.
um lets see. . i cut last night , im not too sure why. but im never sure about any thing. oh well still have no luck with the boyfriend seen but it think it will always be that way no matter what i do. . .
farewell. . .
leslie
The bueaty of time has brought my meaningless life an unborn magic.
words of sorrow are seen from the window of a broken home.
Left out on the laundry line to dry.
They glint in the sun, there is an unspoken truth blowing with the wind, drying these words.
Tears fall...
Yet sorrow is still there out side, compleatly dry, they will now become forgotten and once again
All is quiet. . .
ok so its not the best thing in the world but hey you dont have to hate me for it right.
right now for new stuff.
um lets see. . i cut last night , im not too sure why. but im never sure about any thing. oh well still have no luck with the boyfriend seen but it think it will always be that way no matter what i do. . .
farewell. . .
leslie