See?
There is
nothing at
all here, nothing.
My room is empty,
everything is gone and
bare now that I have left for
college. I have grown up. It is
almost bittersweet to see my
parents accept this. Now it is my turn.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
