My Own World

April 27, 2012
By Anonymous

swaying around.
In my own special place,
my own world.
My own heaven,
almost made just for me.
All the things I love,
and nothing I hate.
Painted purple,
filled to the brim with flowers and butterflies.
The temperature?
Absolutely perfect.
Sunny and always shining,
just the way I like it.
Because this place is my heaven,
so wonderful,
I’m dancing with joy.
I love it here,
It’s made just for me.
It’s my own world.

The author's comments:
This is a poem from a writing prompt that my teacher gave me.

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