kristinacreativewriting
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
metaphor
i knew i was going to be toast when my mother got home.
life isnt a piece of cake.
the buildings height was a five layer ice cream cone.
my life was a nightmare.
the tea was bitterful.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment