The sky is blue.
Dirt is brown.
Water is clear.
Trees are brown and green.
America is free.
I wish that was the case for me.
I am locked inside a world that is unclear.
But is not.
There once was a queen.
She was happy.
Then, her heart broke into pieces.
No, she is a witch.
Now, that's me.
And you are no more. . .
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My Feelings Of Poetry
PoetryI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
