psych class.. yes, I actually went!

Feeling: bouncy
well now, i am quite bored. i did not see laura this morning, so i went to psych class. go me! hoorah! arg. i am so tired. i wrote a poem yesterday night, and i wonder if anyone can figure out what it's about? hmm.. Paper stars rustle in the wind Sparkles fall upon me. The hum of traffic just below my open window. Eyelashes fluttering A bird soars across the sky Parted lips; sweet touch upon my cheek. Little girls jumping rope "Cinderella dressed in yella..." Brushing the hair from my forehead. Sparkling, twisting, birds cry; "Went upstairs to kiss her fella..." Dreamcatcher catching dreams Feathers twirl, sparkles dance Sweet caress, so sweet, like rain On a sunny afternoon. Sunlight plays upon my skin Kiss upon my brow Palm to palm and soul to soul... The smell of lilacs is all around me, And I know that I'll never forget. so yeah, that's my little poem. i have nothing much to write. ta ta people of the world. the one, the only, laura michelle*
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