A simple lesson, a boring day, I watch the time fly away. A sharp knock echoes off the door, and my head lifts up from off the floor.
A man with messy dreadlocks walks in, and on his face, a wide, cheesy grin. “I’m looking for a certain girl, one who has written about the Black Pearl.”
My eyes widen, and I jump with glee, now I’m able to break free. My stories have helped me after all, and to think, I thought myself as weak and small...
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
