The naked trees are as thin as a pencil
The birds fly off to a warmer continent for the winter
The soft snow glimers on the grass
The smell of hot chocolate and marshmalows drifts through the air
I listen to the crunching sound of crispy orange leaves on the ground
The seat squated as a mushroom and yawned.
The handles were like sticks jutted out like cows horns.
The wheels were like the rim of a cup, old and dusty.
The pedals were crumbled to bits like a ripped note.
You are a nausious note needing to throw up.
You are a superstar jumping planet to planet.
You are my light when all hope is lost.
You are laughter waiting to burst out
You are my glowing shadow when night finally falls.
You are a mistic dragon egg waiting, waiting …
You are a reapeating nightmare that drowns me in screams.
You are a board game with no one to play with.
You are a ant martching like an army man.
You are the sadness from a separated friend.
You are the end of my poem.
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