the dream

by im not on here anymore bye

ok so this is my little poem and well i just think it links well with my deleted story 'its only a dream'. the story disapointed me but in the memory of that story i keep this poem.

Your searching high,

Your searching low,

For a friend near,

But there is only fear.

You are running now,

from a sceary clown.

His eyes are blinding you now,

there is just you and him.

Then theres a scream,

a scraem of death,

that only you can here.

There is no rescuation,

from this destanation,

but its only a dream.

:) PAULINA