Poem Rolling Girl

A rolling girl is alway in a dream
She wish it could coming true
Noise inside her head
She scratches it all around
“Get out” She said.

“No problems” the words come out so lightly
But in return it’s gone to the air
It is not fair, what not fair? I’ll tell you are
Rolling girl, rolling girl, “why am I here? Why are you here?”
So she says, So she says, She hiding her covers.

Rolling girl is far away in a wasteland
Beyond the color she can’t reach
She mixes them all around
They mixes them all around

“No problems” the word come out so lightly
Vanish in thin air
Like it in thin fair.
She can see it’s not bearable anymore
The sore ache more and more

Just one more time, just one more time
I beg you to roll me one more time
So she says, so she says
She hiding under her cover

Rolling girl, rolling girl it my time
It your time, but are you ready yet?
Not so ready yet
Out of her cover right now

I show them all
You and me
Me and you alone as alway
I show them

I stop them
So I stop my breathing, right now
So I stop my their breath for a second
How wasteful




I hope yall like it. Many of my poem were made in high school, but for class project. This as well the other are on here.