Bright Eyes - Stephanie
As I lay in the grass the smell of pollen goes into my nose.
The taste of flowers glued in my mind.
It hurts to say
That this day is made
To break what was left.
As I lay in the grass the smell of pollen goes into my nose.
The taste of flowers glued in my mind.
It hurts to say
That this day is made
To break what was left.
May 22nd, 2007 at 9:23 am
That’s deep. Nice.
May 22nd, 2007 at 11:23 am
Cool Poem Stephanie.
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someone you know
May 22nd, 2007 at 7:28 pm
wow, like ….super deep, lost in thought..time..space
May 23rd, 2007 at 9:35 pm
You are one of the most talented poets in this whole school!See you later….
May 29th, 2007 at 8:55 am
Yea Steph is that your poem? It does not sound like you.
May 30th, 2007 at 9:55 am
Very deep, I love it*
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-Megan
May 31st, 2007 at 9:32 pm
STEPH like the deepest of all you so ROCK see ya
-Cami