Friday, October 17, 2008
short story
As I start to walk not noticing it’s raining really hard out here. My mind is some where else while my body its getting wet. I sit on the bus stop to take a break. I soon realize that my clothes are soaking wet. The rain is coming down very hard. My clothes are so heavy because of the rain. I think to myself my clothes represent my life. I got so many layers and its all getting way down with sorrow. I stand up to walk through this burden of rain but can hardly see. If the rain would stop I will be able to walk but it doesn’t. So I just start to walk not having a clue as to where I am going. I am going some where and hopefully it won’t be to raining.
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Hi vicky its been a while since i visited your page and i want to say nice work looks like many changes have been made i hope you not made at the comments and critiquing i did to your poem in "I love you and everything about you" it was really cute overall and i hopefully your boyfriend really did like it looking forward to hearing more poems from your collection in the near future.........bye
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