Saturday, December 17, 2005

empty

A world without children,
a world without laughter,
is like a sunday without a cherry.

I'm like that sunday,
I live in that world,
when i hear and feel no laughter.

I fight with my friends,
I yell at the niegbors,
just for saying good-by.

A world without children,
a world without laughter,
is like me when i'm feeling down.

Tey ask why i'm urt,
they ask why i'm down,
when there the ones who made me frown.

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Hey my name is michaela.... i love to write and surf and skateboard and dance..... i do a lot of poetry and i yeah...i dunno what else to say soo imma go now..kk by lolz l8ers