OK so actually, i counted my poems that are really long as like two posts but im gonna go ahead and type a little bit more just to be safe because i really dont want to make like a 92 when i was that close to 100 lol. Ok. so OMG now im tired of typing. once there was girl named annie. she had brown hair and blue eyes and she was five feet seven inches and weighed one hundred and ten pounds. She was wearing a pink sweater at the time this story takes place. She was sitting in a computer lab one day, quite bored, staring a screen, when one day, a boy walked in a met her eyes and she smiled, and he smiled, and then they were friend. and then she realized that she was writing a very stupid story and deicded to add a differen plot line. so the aforementioned character, annie, decided to go for a walk. it was very cold outside and she decided to put her coat on. she put the coat on and then she felt wamer and then so she started walking. she got lost in her thoughts. sometimes, she felt lonely. she lived a very busy life, full of fun things to do and happy times, but sometimes that just wasn't enough. there was something missing. so she was curl up and watch the rain and drink her starbucks coffee and listen to the wind and wish that she wasn't lonely but she alwayz was. then she woudl get busy again and she woudl forget that she was lonely. and then she would get overwhelmed with all her busines and grow tired of it, for she was young and did not like having to be so ahead in life.
But, alas, there was no cure for this lonliness, for both can not happen at once, the lonliness and the business, so she had to make a choice...to be lonely and busy or to be loved and bored. She chose to pursue her dreams and make her life worth something instead of just giving up. There was so much more to be seen that everything she could see now, and if she gave up, she would never have even left the borders of the united states. this was not the life she wanted for herself, and even though it seemed as though just being willing to be loved and busy was a simple choice, she realized that within herself she could not make that choice. it was too much. When she loved, she loved all...she did not hold back. there was no way. and so sometimes she felt like wasting away and curling and listening to the rain forever and letting it all just slip away..let the tears slip away with the rain, let the lonliness drown in the puddles forming outside....she wished that sad times would just away quickly like the rain evaportes once it has fallen...and yet sad times decided to stay around so often. and yet...there were many happy times. those ones could not be forgotten. they were the times that held her together...the times that she looked foreward to. it was so defeating though to have a happy time and then find out that it was false...that one she had experience was not real or could never be...it was too much. So she had to choose to be happy, choose to press on, choose not to give into the raindrops that fell and made the tear drops want to fall. She was stronger than the rain.
She would win.
But, alas, there was no cure for this lonliness, for both can not happen at once, the lonliness and the business, so she had to make a choice...to be lonely and busy or to be loved and bored. She chose to pursue her dreams and make her life worth something instead of just giving up. There was so much more to be seen that everything she could see now, and if she gave up, she would never have even left the borders of the united states. this was not the life she wanted for herself, and even though it seemed as though just being willing to be loved and busy was a simple choice, she realized that within herself she could not make that choice. it was too much. When she loved, she loved all...she did not hold back. there was no way. and so sometimes she felt like wasting away and curling and listening to the rain forever and letting it all just slip away..let the tears slip away with the rain, let the lonliness drown in the puddles forming outside....she wished that sad times would just away quickly like the rain evaportes once it has fallen...and yet sad times decided to stay around so often. and yet...there were many happy times. those ones could not be forgotten. they were the times that held her together...the times that she looked foreward to. it was so defeating though to have a happy time and then find out that it was false...that one she had experience was not real or could never be...it was too much. So she had to choose to be happy, choose to press on, choose not to give into the raindrops that fell and made the tear drops want to fall. She was stronger than the rain.
She would win.
