Something flies
Through the closed window
As I am sitting
And enjoying some tea
I stand up,
Frightened,
Not knowing what
To do
Then I hear
A scream,
Loud and shrill
In the air
I rush toward the room
I hear it echoing in,
And stand there
Completely horrified
The ending
Is not happy
So i won't put it down
'Til the end of time
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
