Make it count,
go out with a bang.
Write a long note,
before I go hang.
Just one week,
until my last day.
Sorries are over,
I'll just have to pay.
YOU ARE READING
outside life
Poetry"when my mind wanders it wanders through clouds of fear and seas of blue"
Pay
Make it count,
go out with a bang.
Write a long note,
before I go hang.
Just one week,
until my last day.
Sorries are over,
I'll just have to pay.
