Not as it seems

the bright specks of beauty lie peacefully on the black silky nightsky,
illuminating the darkness,
as i walk down and walk on,
walk on,
walk on,
and walk on.

amist its beautiful appearance,
the specks are not as it seems,
not what expected,
not what gives,
in actual what seems are big giant fatal balls of flame,
as they shine down and shine on,
shine on,
shine on,
and shine on.

beautiful anything may seem,
not to be deceived by what looks they give,
what comely maybe as ugly as the woman flying on the broom,
but the woman,
as much as she may be unsightly couldbe,
and maybe,
the most preetiest soul on the planet,
and in the night she cries for her looks,
as she cries down and cry on,
cry on,
cry on,
and cry on she will forever do.

hahahahaha! first time writting a poem! well not really but yeah... so tommorow im going to school for the opening of the garden in school. MPs will be around and i will have to wear a bloody tie! lets hope it doesnt get to hot there will we?! oh please! so anyways,not much to write about! im just suddenly inspired to write a poem! hawhawhaw!