My Attic
My Attic is my favorite place to be I go to my attic so it’s just my attic and me I go there to get out a good cry I sometimes go there to just sigh My attic is the place where I can talk I usually talk and walk My attic helps me think and calm myself I sit on this old shelf I go up to my attic to remember memories I cry And I sometimes sob That’s why I love my attic