my brain's loose change

[of_the_girl]

my brain's loose change
she molds her thoughts like clay
into something more tangible
like poetry
like a song
she can sing
when she's walking alone

the snowflakes fall
on her brown hair
and she melts
from the cold

she's a backwards girl
with backwards thoughts
thinking she could
write
something
awe-inspiring

but she can't

so she melts
at the touch of a
snowflake...
her words just a puddle
on the ground
you all walk on...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I just had to write *something* so don't base your opinions on my writing off of this poem... *sighs*

[Not_Trapped]

i LIKE it - hi hi

[of_the_girl]

thank you :)

hi yourself ;)

[Not_Trapped]

are you in the silly lab?

it's snowing

[of_the_girl]

No, I'm in my dorm room. :)

I know, it is snowing. I love snow. Weeeeeeeeeee

[Not_Trapped]

daughter

[of_the_girl]

you bastard!

hehehehhehehehehehhe, just kiddin'