I live in a place called poetry land
No need to cut or cry
I live in a place called poetry land
Where pigs grow wings and fly
I live in a place called poetry land
No need to remember my past
I live in a place called poetry land
Never considered an outcast
I live in a place called poetry land
No longer invisible or see through
I live in a place called poetry land
Where dreams are made to pursue
I live in a place called poetry land
No one judges or complains
I live in a place called poetry land
No more piercing pains
I live in a place called poetry land
Bad memories fade to ash
I live in a place called poetry land
Times is but a flash
I live in a place called poetry land
I walk in lighter shoes
I live in a place called poetry land
Where I no longer need to use
I live in a place called poetry land
No more emotional abuse
I live in a place called poetry land
Where I don’t have to recluse
I live in a place called poetry land
Everything’s made for me
I live in a place called poetry land
Where clouds are pink as the sea
I live in a place called poetry land
Rivers run in ravines
I live in a place called poetry land
It is welcome to all teens
I live in a place called poetry land
Love blossoms from the earth
I live in a place called poetry land
Everyone has their own special worth
I live in a place called poetry land
Hope and wonder awaits
I live in a place called poetry land
There’s always open gates
I live in a place called poetry land
The place where you never say never
I live in a place called poetry land
I wish to live here forever
- Author: Rob (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2010 19:29
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 27
Comments1
Wow. Stunning, I just got through reading your message, and i replied.
Im gald you did make a poem about poetry land.
Very amazing dear.
Hope everything gets better for you Rob.
Your friends,
Chy(:
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