Bench of wood,
Earth moist,
The spot is foist,
Stay if I could,
The sun is setting,
They sky is red,
The grass is a bed,
Soft it's getting,
There is one patch,
My private place,
It's only ever my space,
Not yours to snatch,
I come her when sad,
Even when happy,
Or even feeling snappy,
Or when its gotten bad,
It's mine, but sure,
I could share,
If your ever there,
It can be yours.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
Beautiful words don't come from golden sunsets Or from silhouetted perfect moments in time. Beautiful words come from the harkening souls That once seemed yours and mine.
I'm hiding away for just a bit, gonna leave you to yourselves. Time to put all my poems and stories back on the shelves. Do not fret, i'm not going to be gone for very long.
It's amazing how good you are, I think I've liked a large amount of your stuff. This is just as great! ๐๐๐
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