The sun shines bright, but I am sad.
Not the kind of sad that's looms;
but a kind of sad that's mad.
I think I'll just stay in my room.
The flowers grow, but all I see is doom;
I hope this goes away before grad.
My room is turning into my tomb.
I hope this passes like a fad;
that it leaves like the air leaving a balloon.
The outside does not look that bad,
But I think I'll just stay in my room.
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Hey, Wattpaders!
So this is supposed to be a roundel poem, but I think I messed up the last line. I'm not too sure, anyone else know?
I totally forgot to upload Wednesday! I've been organizing a Christmas Concert for my school, plus I'm in all of the performances for the concert, so I've been working on that a lot lately. It was supposed to be Thursday but we had a snowstorm so it's postponed to Monday. so Hopefully there will be less stress next week (highly doubt that).
I'll be posting another part later on tonight.
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May your writing, or reading, be as marvellous as you are!
-Emily
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The Beginning of it All
Short StoryFrom life to death, from love to heartbreak, from making new friends to losing your best, with every story there lies a new beginning- or ending. This is a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Each story is from my imagination...
