GONE IS THE FANGIRL GONE IS MY CRAZE I hope I dwell beautifully in this soul of pureness and achieve my dream. Hi!Everyone I am a 16 yearold teenager filled with endless of dreams and passion to achieve them with burden of upcoming responsibilities here I am writing with my sword .......filling my infinites to a poem Hoping people will still love what i write.
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
Held so close, your materials protected like I might wreck some Vibrant hues, a rainbow on the light spectrum Increased saturation, a narrow aperture, and quick shutter Snapping photographs of smiling faces as I slide in a slick gutter Haunted
The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode