I miss my dad, I miss my friends, I miss my home, I miss my room, I miss my reliable comp.
I miss falling asleep watching the deep orange sky outside my window; I miss waking up to the birds singing and mother's trill. I miss my bed with too many pillows; I miss my messy but comfy room. I miss the books that had sat on my shelves for a decade; I miss the schoolbag that's on my chair. I miss my friends that laugh as loud an elephant; I miss school that brought me endless smiles. I miss the days my dad was always there for me, I miss the song of a happy family.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008,7:13 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.