Saturday, 17 September 2011

I like poetry

I come out the house and run down the stairs
I look up and scream but there’s still no one there 
I run on the roof and hang over the ledge
I'm so close to falling I slip off the edge 
I'm hanging by one hand fifty feet from my death 
When all of a sudden I feel someone’s breath 
I wake up and notice it was only a dream 
and suddenly my life’s not as bad as it seemed!


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