I feel bad.
I feel like.
I feel like.
I feel like.
I feel like.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
And I don't know if its just because,
I feel this way every time I have to see him.
I'm trying so hard not to cry.
Don't wanna have to skip another class.
But everything is tumbling.
And I have the sense that you hate me again.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry at midnight, because of the butterflies
PoetryHey guys! Joesph again! This is my *counts on fingers* Forth Poetry book! My other two are -An Emotional fairy's poetree -Poetry caused my computer the drip with tears -Poetry written on the gravestone of the butterflies I had for you Whenever I ta...
