stefy101

A blank sheet draped with glitter came over me as the sun disappeared. Drenched with the loud Chirp of cicadas, you hear neighbors laugh and scream nearby even late at this hour.  Clouds stir by and you suddenly hear the roar of thunder nearby. Above, the roof leaks and squeaks, as the clouds sweat and shed refreshing tears relaxing the rose bushes nearby with sprinkles of liquid, clear dust, the roof draining the now filed buckets of water.  A grassy field washed with the color of pine-wood forest fills the place; toads sing in grace. Wind braids through your hair gradually filling the air.  Never have I ever preferred another

A blank sheet draped with glitter came over me as the sun disappeared. Drenched with the loud Chirp of cicadas, you hear neighbors laugh and scream nearby even late at this hour. Clouds stir by and you suddenly hear the roar of thunder nearby. Above, the roof leaks and squeaks, as the clouds sweat and shed refreshing tears relaxing the rose bushes nearby with sprinkles of liquid, clear dust, the roof draining the now filed buckets of water. A grassy field washed with the color of pine-wood forest fills the place; toads sing in grace. Wind braids through your hair gradually filling the air. Never have I ever preferred another weather. Final

Love is the sunshine to my heart I would never trade it even if it hurts. My heart feels a little heavy like a sinking anchor but I'm never tired just a little sick. The canvas of my image gets a little blanker but I'm now tough as a brick. Spiders might walk upon me; hide under the web of my bones. Kings and queens sit my heart in a little box under their thrones. Rats and brats took little crumbs from the pieces of my heart Pain feels a little heavy, but im not all alone. Someone please take me out of that box, it's full of coal, to be stuck in this dungeon is not my goal I do not wanna weave it or braid it in my soul or let ir flow around

Smiles and praise fill this place. You hear comments, compliments, and laughter, it's nearly impossible not to enjoy the stage. You care and dare to share a performance so you turn the page. (age rage Sure there might be hate and jealousy but at least there's popularity. Clouds stir by and you hear a cry. I heard a man burned. I turn my chin to the left because i heard there was theft, then I turn my chin to the right because I heard flames burned bright. Smiles and praise fill this place. You hear comments, compliments, and laughter, it's nearly impossible not to enjoy the stage. You care and dare to share another performance so you turn an