I wrote about letters in the sky,
And feathers in my head,
About light though it's dark,
And a black one instead,
It all came to me,
As I was dreaming last night,
It turned upside down,
But I know I was right,
I dreamt about singing on the bus,
And a slippery mat,
About a scarf that smelled like flowers,
And that you didn't wear your hat,
Though it seems strange,
It is not really at all,
Just turn it around,
Make the smaller ones tall.
Your feedback helps frommaja understand what's working
I like to watch people at the bus, to believe what everybody says.
I hate the human race!.!. My dog understands me and doesn't answer back <3.
You cannot open the door to the future & the past at the same time, for the winds of time will shut one of them for you..
Your Eyes Were the Spark; Your Kiss my Scarlet Ink. Your Passion, Its warmth; Your Love, its Essence -- Its soul And Its heart. When you Left Without A trace, The Poetess Lost her Grace.
You have about 3 hours for youngwritershousehold. Remember the word is fire/fireplace great entries so far!. Goooo!!!.
I am really looking to gain some new followers to see and help me with my work. If you follow, I'll return the favor. Thanks..
'do you remember that conversation we had?' 'what. The one about pigs being a type of fruit?' -pirates with scientists (from the creators of wallace and gromit!!!).
Sunshine comes Sunshine goes But the sunshine always appears When you smile And the sun shines For a mile When you smile.
I'm gonna see what I can whip up in the kitchen!. For fun!!.
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.