The windmill kept turning and it wouldn't stop
I wanted to be it, right in the middle of the crop
To flow wherever, to be free and wild
I just want to breathe for only a little while
To spin and spin with not a care in the world
To be like a windmill all of my thoughts unfurled
-Maddie Beck
Read as if you are in my mind and soul. Don't judge what is seen and heard. Sometimes in life you will have Empty Pockets and sometimes your pockets will be burning holes. Take a look at some of my empty pockets,read, listen, feel, and enjoy.
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love it maddie.. be sure to like copyright it so no one can take it ha... [[: its a fat smily [:
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha k thanks :] but i dont know how to do it ... and no one is going to want it
ReplyDeleteI really love this! It's amazing how you can take a simple object like a windmill, and relate it to yourself! Oh, and for your poetry I like the screaming hand option. It just seems like a good poetry name, (:
ReplyDeleteLove ya girl.
Awww thanks so much ! And thanks for getting back to me on the whole name thing ! I still don't know what to do. But I like screaming hand alot as well ! Huhhh eventually something will inspire me haha :] ...~Maddie~... Oh and sorry for getting back soo late!
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