What I think of life is I love the sky,
more than I do the ground, and the clouds,
I am a goth girl who just desire clowns,
Gothelecktravampire see green grass,
she is loving being goth under the nun,
black dress she wears in the sun to not,
forget the pedals on/in the little flower,
I love life air especially, when it is cold,
on/in the inside of me sitting underneath,
a small tree,
it is cold outside time to sing along,
to my favorite songs,
that hide's deep inside the dirt of me,
busy thinking about the songs during the day,
of me not caring I will, and I am,
swimming in the sea patting a little flower, as well as a leaf,
goth songs are heart warming they make me smile,
I love being inspired by Evanescence,
she is my favorite music artist with a pen,
the coldness in the moth while being,
a goth,
is what it is still on my mind in last night, and today of day frame time,
looking across this gigantic huge thoughts of sky,
my profile page, and profile is,
forever mine,
I love to smell the tastes in life they are,
not a scare bee hive,

I love my life thinking about it, make,

me think of how much I have been regreting

it,

looking at a sun flower at night they are,

a kind in which interest me,

they remind me of to much life,

just thinking about different ways,

to explain it, while relaxing in the 

background, a rose lily is in between,

my eyes I will not say goodbye,

to life yet it is my favorite,

to look out a window and, and to be

a day dreamer,

taking a apple brake to eat it,

I am eating it,

imagining eating a apple today,

while I am writing poetry,

instead of reading it, cannot stand

waiting,

I miss writing,

I miss writing my words down,

it help, and keep, me sane,

at night when ever I want to

sleep at evening,

this universe is mine,

and nothing can replace it,