Friday, 13 June 2008

• So long, Basement Child, it was nice knowin' ya.

  I've recentally realized that the titles to anything I create is a whole ton better then what is actually written. It stinks, but I'll live. (or as Anna says: ".... but you will choke and die... and that would be sad.") I realized that I haven't written in here in a while so I decided I might as well as long as I have the computer. Tornado's have been haunting us recently but thanks to the prayers of those around us none have destroyed our homes.

  So all is good =)

  Below is a true story, based completely off of true events.... (I hope my poetry has become better)

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  It was my first sleepover in five years,
  yeah, I have no life.
  I'm a basement child
  and all that jazz.

  We prank called,
  and talked girl talk.
  Laughed our heads off
  and went to bed early.

  It was a great beginning to summer.
  We went to the beach,
  and rode our bikes.
  And I was so close to doing a cartwheel.

  I had the time of my life,
  but it was over too soon.
  Like my little sister's bubbles,
  the good times were gone just like that.

  And now I'm sitting here writing,
  wishing dearly to go back and relive that time.
  Hoping it's not over yet...
  hoping this summer is one of change.

  Currently Reading The Poison Apples By Lily Archer see related

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