Dear Mockingbird outside my window,
Three weeks you have chripped and
three weeks I have been tortured.
Dear Mockingbird outside my window,
you are quite persistant and for that,
I tip my invisible hat. But there is
something you must know, and so I
tell you this from the bottom of my heart.
It's the big brested chicks the guys want.
They want the prettiest of feathers and nothing
less. The want to hear a song that makes them
flutter. They want the best mate for survival.
Dear Mockingbird outside my window,
we are the same, well almost. I may not
have feathers or a beak. And I may not
stay up all night chirping to the guy of my
dreams, but I too just want to be noticed.
Guys are jerks, my dear Mockingbird.
They'll smile, they'll wink, and they'll
play with your heart. But it's the girls,
whose clothes seemed to be falling
apart, they whistle their happy tune for.
But hang in there dear Mockingbird,
because thanks to BP there are more
birds in the sky then there are fish in the sea.
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It's 1:05 in the morning and it's incredable out of nowhere I had the sudden urge to write about Mockingbirds.... -_____- OH MY FREAKING GD I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
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English Class (Not a very catchy title, sorry ^_^')
Short StoryThese are some of my English assignments, mostly consisting of short stories, play writing, poems, etc. that I thought were pretty good. Enjoy! **NOTE** My latest writing prompts will now be posted in the first few chapters of this book. i.e. The fu...
