I'm in my own fantasy,
Filled with dragons and pixies,
There is no crime and no monsters
To scare me,
Because I'm in my own fantasy,
I live in a mansion with no tension,
My friends are the boogie men and the creatures that go bump in the night,
Because I'm in my own fantasy,
I'm not frighten by them,
All we do is fly kites into the Starrie , Night of Vencent Van Gogh,
Because I live in my own fantasy,
We try to keep decent in our kingdom of no rules and no fooled,
I'm the queen of this theme park ride and will protect my world with the fine work of my mind
YOU ARE READING
My sick twisted mine
PoetryThis is all of the poems I have written based on what you can see as the title I hope you like them and if you don't tell me what I did wrong or what I need to fix
