All for a dream.
She holds on to the rope.
Never letting it rush downstream.
t-shirt stained red, but not the neck, for hope.
She holds on to the rope.
The struggle, the strain.
T-shirt stained red, but not the neck, for hope.
It's true, the pain.
The struggle, the strain.
Voices yell at her to let go.
It's true the pain.
The agony they stow.
Voices yell at her to let go.
Never letting it rush down stream.
The agony they stow.
All for a dream.
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Guys sorry this is not the best but yeah. I did another phantom, a type pf poetry but yeah. I did a few in my Hunger Games Poem book which is now on hold. Guys, if you are reading this, please read my other short stories too. I think my favorite one is Warriors Do Fall. But besides that, which one in this poem book is your favorite? Comment below! Oh and shoutout to the following people because you were being amazhang and followed me.
@esma_uehara53 (idk why wattpad says u don't exist)
Also, I have another book idea that I'm going to start to write. Here's the little blurb.
A sock. Yes I am a sock. I do have a life and I can talk. Not what you were expecting right? Oh and by the way, I'm the kind of sock that you get for trails at a shoe store or something. Gods, beings stuck with your family all day is terrifying! AND THEN GETTING PAIRED UP WITH THEM! But whatever. Wanna use me?
Yeah, I know its weird but then again, all stories have a bit of weirdness to them. Thanks guys!
Your rubbish author,
Mansi the Demigod
