My Personal Poems :))

My room, My privacy

My room, my owned

It's hard like stoned

You can't come not until I told

'cause there are treasures inside like gold

I'm with my sister

No man allowed, mister.

It's our hideaway, our den

You need to knock if you want to enter again.

Back off! Don't use my things

You're not the King.

I have my owned computer

Don't use it, if you don't want to hit with scooter

Don't mess my things

or I will kick your butt and fly with wings

I do my assignments here

Don't disturb me, if you don't want to dissappear

I put posters, banners, sign, or anything

And also the picture of my favorite wedding ring

Play music so loud

It feels like you're in a cloud

Someday, I want a room on my own

That you can do anything on your own

Have a sleepover

And do a makeover.

Nobody's standards for livability but mine!

Eat chocolate all day like Cloud9.

Do my projects without noise

And have my own poise.

My room, my privacy

and this poem is done, finally.

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Sorry for wrong spelled or grammar.