The
Made Up Poem Of Amy, I see my reflection in the ocean
water, I get lost in the
wonders of the sea. There is no point being
free. I'm so bored
creating this poem,
where the tides wash it away.
I feel myself get
father,
there is no place to stay.
but as I get pulled in,
I could see myself
free.
My spirit is alone within.
If I don't see you smile.
My heart is filled with
glee.
When I see your smile from a mile.
I wonder what else to do.
If I got my new
modem,
I'm sure I will tell you.
