Sal's Newspaper

Far away, she is calling

I feel as if I am nothing

She is the sea

And she, she wants only me

 

The end of this stanza sounds kind of odd. Bad time to give CC, since I'm on the paper, but o.O.

 

It's a great poem though.

the c shien in lite

beutiful and brite :)

i sit on sandy shoar

2wait,2go explor

 

far awey she is caling

i fel as if i nuthin????

she is c

and she, she wnt onley me :)

 

so i then walk

4 my hart is lock

but tehn i begen 2 run???

2her, beneth sun :)

 

she grets me

so wndrful teh c

i am her 4ever and

she, she is mine :)

Its great. I even think Man's version worked well :P nice work.

the c shien in lite

beutiful and brite :)

i sit on sandy shoar

2wait,2go explor

 

far awey she is caling

i fel as if i nuthin????

she is c

and she, she wnt onley me :)

 

so i then walk

4 my hart is lock

but tehn i begen 2 run???

2her, beneth sun :)

 

she grets me

so wndrful teh c

i am her 4ever and

she, she is mine :)

 

Please get rid of emoticons when you write poetry. It looks very unofficial, and informal.

 

Thank you. :-)