HUMOR ME.!

Walking slowly into a dark room
It smelled like balloons filled with paint
It was music playing talking about an old saloon
I took a another step forward but it was like my pride was screaming "I CAN'T"
Still slowly walking now my knees started to buckle, my legs starting to shake
the lights came on and everyone jumped out....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY...!!

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dri-d23
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Joined: 05/04/2010

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339