Genre Poetry. Page - 197

A bit of a 'mish mash', some funny, sad, love. The problem I have is when am trying to get to sleep at night, so many words come tumbling into my head. The, I compose brilliant stories,poems and yep, in the morning the crucial 'bits' have gone!!!

I feel like there is a knife Deep inside my heart Twisting itself around As if to remind me that this is what happens That this is what I get for falling in love...

ghhhhh hhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhh hhhhhhhh hhhh hhhhhhhh hhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh hhhhh hhhh hhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh

I think the name explains it all. Be honest in your opinions. I don't want any false praise. If you think parts of it should be edited, let me know.

The story of the clouds, the stars and the moon.

Never again...