Under the bed,
Up a tree,
On the roof,
I know I'm safe..
I know that I can relax.
Whether it be far away
Or in my very own backyard;
My imagination helps me escape the troubles
And forget my worries.
I'm in love with my fantasies..
But we have an on/off relationship
For reality likes to butt in.
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Dark Poems from My Sophomore Year
PoetryClass assignment was given to us in October and I was feeling the season a little too much. We were all told to write 10 poems any way we wanted and about what ever we wished; once done with our assignments we had to pick a favorite...hehe guess* mi...
