I Am
I am quiet and mysterious I wonder if there is life after the darkness surrounds I hear trees rustling in the night breeze I see shadows in the shapes of men I want to run free in the night I am quiet and mysterious I pretend to be a shadow, dark and alone I feel a colorful spark of hope inside of me I touch the cold and foggy pane of glass I worry who I’ll meet and what they’ll think of me I cry when these shadows of the night don’t see me I am quiet and mysterious I understand that some things aren’t meant to be I say It’ll happen to me I dream of adventure and new worlds I try to make these shadows notice me I hope they can see me in the window I am quiet and mysterious
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Ashley Birdwell
Well there's really not much to say... My name is Ashley Birdwell and I was born, and still being raised, in Sulphur Louisiana. I love to lock myself up in my room. I perfer to be alone in dark, closterfobic places to write my poetry and listen to...
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