I'm so sick
So tired
Of dancing around
The important questions
I'm sleeping on my feet
Drifting off between classes
Shutting my eyes when all is quiet
When will it stop?
I keep asking questions
But you keep evading me
But also being outright with me
Hinting obviously
Do I seriously have to give you
A note every time?
Can you just answer?
For me?
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
