breanna wilson

Rookie (9-26-93 / florida)

My Own Fairytale - Poem by breanna wilson

my fairytale is beautiful it is the only thing that is my own
there are trees and wild flowers with little fairies
there are love bugs and butterflies
i sit on a log and play my guitar and sing beautiful songs
the fairies gather around to hear the beautiful noise
but my fairytale is dead now and has no color
only because my heart is broken and i broke a string on my guitar
and i sit on this log weeping and waiting for someone
to restring my guitar and to repair my heart
as if that will ever happen........................................... ...........................! ? !

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011


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