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| 25 Feb 2015 12:45 AM |
There I sat In the dark. This base was not a park. This horrible, horrible military.
I was taken for a guy, Due to my short hair. I had no clue why, My hair was getting longer, and was rather fair. This horrible, horrible military.
Because of their failing eyes, I was taken to the Base from lies, Every moment dreaded, My hair outspreaded, On the mattress of my bunk. This horrible, horrible military.
My only wish was to go home, To sing and dance in my room ALONE. This horrible, horrible military.
And so that night I cried into my pillow, Unaware of the mascara flow. No one understood, How alone I felt on the hood of my bunk. This horrible, horrible military.
The next morning I stepped up to the general, My hair down, my normal girly clothes on, looking casual. My hair was finally long once more, It was time for me to leave this core. This horrible, horrible military.
I tightened my grip, Bit my lip, And proclaimed my leave. My bags in my hands, I was finally free. I started toward the car near the edge of the base, I was ready to continue my wardrobe of lace. My mother sat in the driver's seat. I opened the door, waved goodbye. I was glad to be free of THAT lie. That horrible, horrible military.
And so I woke, And not a soul spoke. I was in my bedroom. And my rose I found in my locker was a bloom, I sighed in relief, That I hadn't really seen, A military base first person. That horrid looking military.
THE END.
I seriously have no idea why I came up with this xD Storytelling is me, so all my poems are like short stories that rhyme xDDDD |
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Dizziated
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| 25 Feb 2015 06:43 AM |
lol
Don't worry I think this is awful too. It was one am when I wrote it. |
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