hia, first fanfic ever.
this is a little poem i wrote about noodle, revolving around el manana into phase three
sorry if there are correction errors, im writing this on my phone...
story begin...
sitting high on her windmill island
free as a bird away from the band
she thinks she is free, but here they come
shooting at her, where are they from?
the island fell with her in it
she fell down, she got hit
come what may, come what will
you might find her on melancholy hill
i saw that day, lost my mind . lord im fine, maybe in time youll want to be mine.
please review. will have more stories to come. smiley face.