I'm building glass walls
and I'm wondering
if it's
really time for this.
glass is unnatural!
reflections, NO!
cover it!
NEEDS PAW DIRT!
goes the cat
I patiently
kick him out
and clean the glass again.
Quick circles of
towel and spray
and the dust
and the dirt
is all lifted
I see reflections
of everything but my face
and think.
This week
I forgave my torturer
not because he deserved it
but because it's been a long time
and it's time.
This month
I furnished my room and
accepted I would stay here
for a long time
so I'd make it homey.
This year
I'm better than I was
last year
and the year before that
and the year before that.
Today
I unde
Me And My Mom Are Exactly The Same
We Have Red Hair And We Have Pretty Browns Eyes
We Love Our Puppies And The Hunger Games
Facebook And Computer Is When Were Hypnotized
I Love To Show Her Everything I Make
She Always Knows I'm Creative To My Assignments
From Sewing Dresses To Baking Cakes
I Even Draw Art For Special Events
She Makes Me Pretty With Great Care
We Find Good Style In Fashion
She Fixes And Brushes My Red Hair
She Gives Me That I Have Passion
I Love My Mom And She Loves Me Too
We Love Each Other The Whole Day Through
Once Not Too Long Ago,Down Town In The City, There Stood Two Little Shops, Facing Each Other On A Quiet Street.
In The Window In One Of The Shops Stood A Little Paperweight Named Oswald. He's A Cheeky Little Fellow. He looked like a fine gentleman. He wore an evening suit with a black bow-tie.His black hair is long but the top of his head is bald. He Carried A Small Umbrella, He Wore A Tall Hat, And Had A Beak Like Nose. But He was No Ordinary Paperweight.
When The Night Falls Where The Street Lamps Had Their Lights On And Less People Were Here In The Streets, In The Street All Is Quiet. In The Shop’s Window, Oswald Stood Quietly Unti