By Arcassin Burnham
Wouldn't cross my mind,
I saw you fall out of the sky,
Crash landed,
Deep in the earth and,
I though you died,
You had a properly set burial,
We can almost see just what you're like,
I nearly cried,
I,
Looking so peaceful,
And peacefully crafted,
I could've loved your bits and pieces,
Of cut chicken in ceaser salads,
But I just thought that you would see,
My worth,
And for what its worth,
Just to see you rise from the dirt,
Passion fades,
But loves a curse,
And everything you did,
Was so supurb,
Like flavor in herbs,
But I'm just really glad you saw the concept,
In the sky and the stars,
But others are deceased,
This ain't a contest,
Monkey bars.
Continuation
