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Music and snowboard luver
Guest
I have no idea what to think about it. It started off as 1 thing then changed into something else
The open window.
Its always open,
day and night.
I can hear the cyotes,
frisk and fight.
During the summer,
it glows with light,
But dring the winter,
It gives me fright.
The rain pounding,
and and the wind blowing,
I think my emotional side,
is finally showing.
I hear a tip then a tap,
What was that?
I dont know,
Im kinda scared,
I see a figure move on in.
Its getting closer, im freaking out.
The light gos on and then I shout....
I kick and scream and hit all about,
My mom runs in and then she out,
Next my dad but hes too late,
Im gone, Im never to be found.
The open window.
Its always open,
day and night.
I can hear the cyotes,
frisk and fight.
During the summer,
it glows with light,
But dring the winter,
It gives me fright.
The rain pounding,
and and the wind blowing,
I think my emotional side,
is finally showing.
I hear a tip then a tap,
What was that?
I dont know,
Im kinda scared,
I see a figure move on in.
Its getting closer, im freaking out.
The light gos on and then I shout....
I kick and scream and hit all about,
My mom runs in and then she out,
Next my dad but hes too late,
Im gone, Im never to be found.