Sunday, October 25, 2009

I have everything and talent. Life is speed, long nights, owls, heaven, kindness, and joy of what

you have. Faith depends on your friends. Secrets bravely depends on your trust. Beach sand

rolls and slides through your hand. Wavey storms go across the world. I'm told not to sharpen

my pencil during poetry class but I do it anyway and get a look on my face that I call guilt.

1 comment:

  1. I love the end, "I'm told not to sharpen my pencil during poetry class but I do it anyway and get a look on my face that I call guilt,"

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