Another one of my previously independent poems, but that's not going too well, obv. Ugh, I hate my life sometimes, ya know? kk, well, here it is..again...re-debuting xD
A blank piece of paper in front of me
All the possibilities in the world
At my fingertips, ready to spill out
Like wolves on a fresh kill, no
Bars held back and each fighting
For their piece of what they deserve
A vacated room full of promise:
Paint, furniture, colors, carpet
Everything and anything to make it
Your own, brag and boast about
Being different, personalize and
Picture, not even remembering the prior
An empty soul, ready for a chance
To build back up what it never was
Dust away the cobwebs and vacuum
Up the expired dreams
Opening it up for fresh air and
The light to envelop it, making
It once again whole
-Chelsea
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PoetryPoetry by me-all original-about life, death, and everything inbetween. COVER ART DONE BY: WattMadchen1 Thank you so much! PHOTO BY: Me-edited before she did. I own the rights to original photo. :) -Chelly
