She is sad,
Just like a childhood day gone bad,
So,
As she sits in front of the computer,
And type these words that rings into her left ear,
Just like a childhood day gone bad,
So,
As she sits in front of the computer,
And type these words that rings into her left ear,
The world is bad
I wish I was seven
And think of heaven
Then I would draw a cat
Just like that
Irisz Agocs
3 comments:
that's a really touching little poem :)
I don't remember much from when I was seven, so I couldn't say whether or not I'd like to go back. But I would think that after a while it'd be kinda boring.
That's just me though.
oh leper, you think too much! :)
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