Close your eyes
Every night holds a new suprise,
You never know
What your coloured eyes may show.
Maybe a mystery,
Or a impressive victory
What about an adventure?
Or you could be a Hunger Games contender.
Let your dreams float in your head,
Stuck to you with a single thread
Let tears flow, or let your smile shine,
What ever happens in my head, will always
Be mine.
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Just before someone complains about it I just want to say that I did spell 'Coloured' right.
It can be spelt either 'color' or 'colour' (it depends how you were taught how to spell it) I was taught to spell it with the 'u' so please no complaints aganist that.
-Please and thank you :)
I may or may have not been watching Hunger Games while I was writing this so yeah, I really had to squeeze that in there because it seems like a trend I've been going through. (If that makes sence)
On a totally unrelated not I've been having really weird dreams lately......
Anyway I hope you all like it :)
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On The Edge Of The Sun
PoetryA collections of poems, written by me. They vary from a large range of genres - from love and betrayal to life and lessons. I try my best to capture real and true emotions in my writing - emotions that people (mostly teenagers) experience everyday o...
