Post by rachel on Apr 20, 2007 15:24:02 GMT
Hiya, This is a poem I wrote in a club called Inklings and finished at home, started the 2nd part of it so I'll post it here aswell.
Waiting here, alone in the lounge reading a book, waiting while sitting on the sofa for a knock on the door. When I see who it is, I'm waiting for memories to rush through my head into something like a photo album. I open the doos and come to find a long lost relative. But who?
2nd part - not finished.
Walking away,
Turning around another day,
Waiting for time to pass by,
As you can see your fun always has to fly.
What do you think?
Rachel x
Waiting here, alone in the lounge reading a book, waiting while sitting on the sofa for a knock on the door. When I see who it is, I'm waiting for memories to rush through my head into something like a photo album. I open the doos and come to find a long lost relative. But who?
2nd part - not finished.
Walking away,
Turning around another day,
Waiting for time to pass by,
As you can see your fun always has to fly.
What do you think?
Rachel x
hope you get it all finished so we can read it in its entirety 