SpokenWith words left unspoken I am left with my own thoughts Thoughts that develop over time Sticking to the mindSpoken
But still growing in mass Until life is stained
One who has spoken there thoughts Are free from the strain Until a new thought is created And then is spoken again
With words left unspoken Regrets and pity form The idea growing and changing Into something
is to hard to comprehend Yet, we hold it in
The words in our brain piling high Until the ceiling cracks
And we have nothing else to face But our own
Aurora RoseAurora Rose, a child who was never perfect, Having to remember she was always to blame, She wondered if she had any respect, There was nothing for her but shame.Aurora Rose
Aurora, frolicked among fairy tales, Where a prince would save his love, Always a quick one for the details, She had realized she was no dove.
Aurora read of what will never be, And had a tale of fantastic dreams, Where fairies, dragons, and trolls roamed free, The hero would always win and the enemy ended in screams.
Aurora thought of a world of little di
| i am a dork to the tenth degree but i still rock at being a cluts. I am a huge book worm and i write to much for my own good. I take a art class each semester at my high school and i am also a swimmer. My pets and friends are weird but whats the diffrence between the 2. I love air and the smell of rain and the fact that i am myself. |
A girl spoke to the crowed
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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