You are poem
You are a perfect Panther,
pouncing on your next victim,
smothering them in a black velvet cloak
You are a ripe banana,
waiting to be peeled to descover what’s inside
You are the sadness of a dog,
waching countless people walk on by ignoring your loyalty
You are your bedroom,
full of millions of secrets waiting to be reaveled
You are the taste of morning tea and buiscuits,
being washed down to start the day
You are that Friday feeling,
knowing it’s the last day of school
You are a drop of rain,
falling from an umbrella to the empty dark sewers of doom
You are a dream catcher,
caching frightful thoughts and dreams,
scaring you for life
You are the number 3,
melting on a birthday cake,
pooring with frosting and sprinkles.
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