Walking

by Masked and Forgotten

Christine Walking through her day. I suck at this i know, But has that stopped me before?someone told me that the ryming part annoyed her... please tell me how to write poetry if it doesn't ryme!

Walking

Walking through the Halls

Life Filled with Enchanted Balls

Walking through the Flowers Bloom.

Missing the loving gloom.

Walking through the Sun,

Loving all.

Missing one.

Walking in the Night

longing for song to take flight

Walking to My room

Heart pounding of impending doom.

Walking through my Dreams.

Having it all...

Or so It seemed.

Walking away from him.

Regretting it now.

But that was then