Sep 2015
No truth be told,
She is all alone.
No hefty side kick to by her side,
No people to praise cause she's alive.
This planet; so frightening,
Is to end all her sins.
For, what she had done is so unreal,
Yet, she does behind their back,
Like a good hero should.
She is all alone.
No hefty side kick to by her side,
No people to praise cause she's alive.
This planet; so frightening,
Is to end all her sins.
For, what she had done is so unreal,
Yet, she does behind their back,
Like a good hero should.
This poem is kind of a little summary about the book I'm writing. The girl is all alone in a ghost town of a world.
I made this myself, I'm sorry if it sounds like another, that was not on purpose.
I made this myself, I'm sorry if it sounds like another, that was not on purpose.
