Who's woods these are?
Oh, you might know.
I wish upon a star,
To be as natural as so.
My talents may be listed on a single hand
But it's simply easier to pretend-
I'm smart; I've got a life ahead
While I'm lolling in my bed.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Collection
PoetryA few poems that have been on my mind and I managed to set them on paper. Happy Reading!
