I draw little pictures.
I get all the things I need.
I need one tiny silver pen and a small tan paper.
I stick out my paper to meet my little silver pen.
I go from left to right.
My ink comes out red.
I do this when I'm feeling down or stressed.
I draw the words, fat and worthless.
No one seems to care.
I lock myself in the bathroom and get out my silver pen. I stick out my paper to meet my pen.
I go from left to right.
My ink comes out red.
-wolfie
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book of poems (Discontinued)
Poesiasorry I've been really bored then started writing poems and my friend told me to make a book out of it so here it is