your head, and tell me what it is and what you think! thanks!
Here it is:
Dark, damp forest. Far away from the town, secluded. Leaves scattered around him, leaves, a soft bed for him to lay his weary head. Tall trees, tower over him, blocking out the sunlight.
Laying his head down, his mind can wonder. Explore into the depths, relive those memories once lost.
Lie still, my dear, and build up your strength. The past is now; the present is gone. Block out those bad times and fill up your mind with the cherished memories.
The world is yours.
2007-11-27
04:54:56
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➔ Poetry
Thanks so much you guys! I wrote this for a school newspaper, and the english teacher told me it was good but I wasn't sure.
2007-11-27
05:00:33 ·
update #1