alright... this is to Kayla who aloud me to view a poem of hers... it's short and stupid but i love it.
Age is the grave yard
of all our youthfull hopes,
dreams,
and experiences.
Death is:
Laying down to a peaceful sleep,
knowing you won't have tp fight tomarrow.
thanks Kayla for allowing me to read your poem. keep them coming! :)
Later Days!
*~Ashley~*
That will give me the drive to make an entry more often. :}
Good night,
-Charlie
kayla