When I hear the word toad,
I think of kissing the frog then Boom!
The spell is broken and he is now a handsome prince.
We would get on his horse and ride off into the sunset.
We would live happily ever after
If only that were true,
But sadly there is no prince charming
Coming to sweep my off of my feet.
And no riding off into the sunset.
There might be a happily ever after… You never know.
I stare off into space and think,
“Maybe someday there won’t be a prince,
But in my book he will be. And
He’ll be sweeping me off my feet,
And we might watch the sunset, just not on a horse.”
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My Poetry
عشوائيThese are a few of the poems I wrote in my poetry class. They aren't the best... so I'm sorry about that... ENJOY!!
