Sunday, July 13, 2008

poem #1

i feel so cold so alone
in this world on my own
i dont know what to do anymore
i lie here on the hard stone floor
i think about how it could be
if only i was set free
if my wings would let mr fly
fly way up high to the heaven grounds
i think i woulld be freee from this crazy world
where murder come everyday right next to me
i cant do anything but dream if i could just be free

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh! I like that a lot. Thanks for commenting on my blog; I hope you enjoy the books!!

~Jacy

ps: how did you find out about my blog?

Anonymous said...

u got some typos there