Tuesday, February 26, 2008

my super poem

when my world blew up it was an experence only held by few
when my world blew up no one knew nor cared
a time to be forever frozen like a to glacier not be tampered with
u can sence the closeness yet never feel
how i felt on that day like a defected hot air balloon you see the lifelessness come crashing
but nothing
could be done
i am happy tho for this has made me stronger and i will never let it happen again
but you will never know about the time my world blew up

how do u spell expeirence?
what happened to 90 day jane?