
Dear Diary ;
=CENSORED=
here i am
sitting outside mah front door
trying to make mah song rhyme
i forgot mah keys
but its no problem
this happens all the time
the 2 lifts are like mah emotions
as they slowly climb [up]
my hope confidently soars
but its a beeg mistake
it turns out ta be fruitless [no one is init]
mah hope loses it shine
who will have the keys with them
and open mah home sweet home
time ambles slowly by
its 3, its 6 ,its 9
and with it brings
e irreversible darkening of the blue sky
i know i am breeding patience
know i am growing hope
but still to be knowing all that
doesnt cover the feeling of being a dope
sitting here, waiting
writing this 2 pass the time
waiting, sitting, moping,
who would have known
all this wouldnt have happened
if i- MUMM..MUMMY'S HOME!!!! MAAAMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
AHHH! this poem is e pits! i m gonna censore it!
yox this poem i wrote is TRUE!
really really really it IS.
oso following todae's startling news....
I AM THE 2ND IN MY CLASS FOR THE 2.4 RUN!
yayyy 13.08 minutes!
so happy happy happyy
oso following sum bad news,
i ve got CHINESE GEOGRAPHY AND SCIENCE TESTS for the next 2 daes..
gotta go for sum last minute prparation bloggie byex
^___________^
yeaaaa
Yet Another Day;2:06 AM