Days have gone by.
By the window pane, I lie.
I walk silently through the halls
Everyone is having a ball.
I popped my bands.
Ignored.
Agitated.
Tears.
The happiness stopped.
Turkey break.
And to you,
I scream inside my head
As I drift to sleep on my
Bed;
The place where dreams escape
Me;
The self I no longer recognize.
Poppity-
Pop-
Pop.
Days have gone by.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
