Laying down in the living room the big ,calm living room. It was quiet , colourful and a happy environment. But then the lights started flickering on and off. Annoyed Sara jumped up is the fluffy couch and turned the light on To see a letter Sara grabbed it and it was addressed to her. Confused she went to her bffs house.
You are
You are the dirt on a old bike just sitting and waiting.
You are the handlebars on an ancient bike wasting your days away.
You are the saddle on a decaying moss-covered bike.
You are the gears on a destitute bike ticking as the time goes by.
You are the first ever bike coming just after the unicycle.
You are the end.
What Are You?
You are a cotton candy cloud sitting in the cyan , blue sky.
You are the impossibility of a cold sun and an unbreakable, amazing daisy.
You are in a bright black hole with 1,ooo breaking stars.
You are the impossibility of going back to Vile Victorians.
The Everything Poem by Izzy
You are a grape picked from the vine for kings to eat.
You are a monkey swinging from tree to tree racing for the last banana.
You are a flowing river with monsters emerging from your depths.
You are a tornado twirling around like a prima ballerina.
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