i don't have a title for it yet... but what do you think of it? (i'm 14) here it is:
Prancing around so blissful.
Flipping your fine, blonde hair.
Always being so wishful,
getting all of your share.
Shiny, bright-pink finger nails,
the ones you love so much,
the ones that help tell your tales,
so the truth is what you don't clutch.
But you always go around,
as if nothing took place.
You're falling hard on the ground,
to you this is a race.
Can't help curiosity,
I was just wondering...
How in this massive city,
will you make amends to the dead?
2007-05-15
12:06:26
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