She thinks long and hard about someone who isn't there
She knows in her heart that things will be okay
That everything will change in a matter of a day
Her heart is pure, she isn't a crab
She long ago decided that life wasn't so bad
She walks on in the warm summer's night
Again holding her possession in her palm very tight
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I write from my heart, and play music from my soul.
Twinkling stars above. Shine, shine, shine. I never will forget. The little light of mine. Flickering firelight. Alone in the dark. All that remains. The tiniest spark. Blazing bonfire.
I know some people haven't had much time to write their entree, so I'm moving the deadline to 7pm Tuesday. Remember the word is 'crab'.
Is he worth it, a spoilt, selfish brat. Is he worth it, his gorgeous auburn hair shoved under a hat?Is he worth it, when I show my feelings, he has no care in the world.
Anxiously peering around me, In the museum of life, now death Antelope , alligator and albatross Locked in sad, glass cabinets, Their wide eyed, icy glare, piercing into my squinting eyes.
#youngwritershousehold I sit there montionles, Not able too move, Only too sit and stare, At all the other bears.
Old and rusty, Decrepid and daunting Neglected swing Haunts the park.
Swinging swing doing a swing it is a swing a killer swing #youngwritershousehold.
There is a swing, It swings alone, Dare i stop it, Jump on it, Hitch a ride, On the enchanted swing.
@frankie13 You can read this by itself or you can read the other two before it. It's up to you. I hope you like it!
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