Well Much Ado About Nothing is over. Its kind of sad but kind of a relief because it was alot of time and stress for a while. It was a good play. Today I'm planing to hang out with Madeline, Danny, Emily, and Caramon, hopefully. I can't wait; I need to relax.
When I'm in the cold at night,
thoughts running through my head,
I can't seem to breathe,
its like my lungs are made of lead,
A sensation comes over me,
from the heart in the dark,
it make my soul uplift,
like the flight of a lark,
My brain is running a movie,
the pleasuyres of a dream,
until they turn to maddness,
and my insides start to scream.
a picture is in my mind,
it enter in the nose,
it burns at my lungs,
a thought of a rose,
then it goes away,
and my thoughts are back to normal,
it this poem that i write,
there is one true moral.
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i like it. nice job, as always. good times today...besides caramon being mad at me....i really didnt mean to tho....im sorry....
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