In philosophy class I sat lazily
Eyes drooping, I'm really sleepy
Wrote this, wrote that
And later on when I go back
I'll look at my notes and think
"What the fack?"
Scribbles here, scribbles there, scribbles everywhere
Most of the lecture
I barely remember
Except when I turn the page over
And see this little poem
Patiently waiting there.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Memories
PuisiSome memories never fade, and some thoughts never truly leave the mind. Whether they are filled with happiness or sadness, if you turn them into poems then it can all turn to something beautiful. Even the most tragic ones.
