My teacher says i write poems better than her
as a seventh grader i find it hard to believe O.o
so i am here to check
Wings darker than night
pale glowing skin
soul piercing eyes
hands painted red
...
In the deep dark night
There is a faint glow
The wave of a hand
Makes swirling mischief
...
lost in the woods
i enter a world
full of glistening water
and tall great oak trees
...