dancing in the rain
where my mind is blank, carefree
chills a little shaky
but im just being me
singing all alone
in my warm comforting room
the wooden doors locked
drifting to the moon
writing yet again
in a notebook all my own
my emotions gushing to paper
thats how i know I'm home
I can be many things
happy joyful fun
some days i'm serious
sometimes i like to run
I like to be myself
to help others and be there
I love to know someone
will always truely care
These things are my passion
you don't have to like or love me
you don't have to like this poem
or even comment on it
my spirit runs on emotions
and I have faith now in my friends
together we build an ocean
for everyone to swim
So honest and real (even though you said no one had to comment i thought i should lol)