Truley Me
Luna
Daughter of a loving mother
Lover of thrift stores, old records, and stormy nights
Who feels American government is corrupt, people don't understand, and love is the greatest, most confusing emotion existing
Who gives friendship, a helping hand, and dissapointment
Who fears water, rejection, and being alone
Who would like to see the world at peace
Who lives in her dark attic bedroom
Fable
This is a poem I wrote, obviously, about myself. I made a few changes while posting it on Gaia. I changed the first and last lines from my real name to my Gaia name and I added a few lines. And by the way, my bedroom really is in a dark attic. Please comment, give me feedback and enjoy my journal.
