Monday, May 10, 2010

My Room

I enter my room,

it has a fresh new smell.

I play, and new posters

and pictures are hung on the walls.

I get new toys and I have newer interests.

I get a new bed and new clothes.

I get new bruises and other scars from my room.

I get new friends that enter my room.

I Look at my room, and see how its changed,

and now I leave my room, wishing I could stay.