When I was younger, I used to write a lot. I created many poems and stories to ease my lonelyness of having little friends. Now that I'm older, Thoughs poems, plus the ones I have writen since have given me stranth to live though my days even though sometimes there lonely.
The phases of the moon wax and wan
a face that shows and hides as time passes on
only one can know your secrets
the one thats been there for years
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I walk away from the world I know
To a forest were each thing can change
And where the floor is carpeted with moss so green.
It is here I feel magic
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Lost behind the darkness
Clouding my eyes from truth
No way to brake the spell upon me
Can't scream out
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Losing myself in a world of darkness,
Broken feathers on the floor from wings that will not fly
I cannot see for all the black.
The time clock ticks my days away
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