im 12 and im going to try this again tell me the truth doyou like it here it goes....
the wind is blown...the trees crakle.....the waves blush.....the mouth with blood....the gound so still....im in my own fariy tale.......can i get it write can i make it diffrent is this ok am i right.......we will never know in till we learn how to fight....once where done are pride is shown...here where are in this fariy tale sitting on our own very thrown. is this difrent from a love poem im trying so hard not to make it one.
the wind is blown...the trees crakle.....the waves blush.....the mouth with blood....the gound so still....im in my own fariy tale.......can i get it write can i make it diffrent is this ok am i right.......we will never know in till we learn how to fight....once where done are pride is shown...here where are in this fariy tale sitting on our own very thrown. is this difrent from a love poem im trying so hard not to make it one.