K, I had a project to write a poem, about a box.
Here it is:
My box is made of your wildest dreams,
My own world, with no seams.
With no bounds or no rules,
Whatever I want, how about some stools?
Whenever I want, whenever I say!
In my box, I live with no bounds,
I'm free, my parents are like a gun with no rounds,
They can't break my free,
I'm free in my own spree
Sometimes it is frightening,
Others, englightening.
In my box I live,
I have nothing to lose, nothing to give,
I'll tell you a secret of my box,
It'll help you break the locks,
My box can't be touched,
Can't be seen,
Because my box is a dream.
Got an A* For it :D
