It would be nice,
If I could find,
A door,
Leading out of this world
It would be nice,
If I could find,
A way,
Off of this Earth
An exit with no entrance
Out of this world,
Will take away my fears
On Earth
Just think,
Would it be nice,
If I could find,
A door,
Leading out of this world?
There's nothing left
For me to do,
So I'll leave out of a door,
Leading out of this world
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
