I felt pretty empty All I see is white walls Noises from laughing children Annoyance from sadist adults Tension from everyone around An emptiness that could not be described A defeat that I felt happened The road is short But I'll roam in the woods and find another way The road is short But I'll turn back around and find the exit before The road is short But baby I'm not giving up The road is short But I have to go farther
When I write, my words just flow out. But behind each poem is a meaning of what I'm feeling at the present moment. Be lovely! Be you! -d.Bella