It is a proem
which makes a poem...
Bright colorful days
are bloomed in May...
As I walk along the street,
I don't know where I'm going...
There once was a man, who could speak not a word,
And many of his enemies called him absurd...
Pretty make up and fairy tales
Sparkly shoes and yards of lace and silk...
Ok, i wrote this on ANZAC day, a pretty pathetic...
His hopeful eyes were alight...
Dear teacher,
In this special day we students wish to wish you...
We made it this far,
Almost 9 months...
Step by step he comes toward me,
his velvet dark eyessoftly pleading...
I woke up today
and there was...
My darling
how i long to hold your soft hands...
You always put me first in your life,
your always giving me sweet little gestures...