the sky, it is so blue
but i don't have a clue
of writing poems in a bit
no light bulb, that is lit
the thoughts, that i keep
as messy as my talking
whenever i stop walking
i gently start to weep
YOU ARE READING
p o e m s
Poetry- Here is a short collection of poems I had to write in English class on Friday's - (My teacher gives us a word and we'll have to write a poem, that is how it usually works) + snippets of my emotions post-highschool life I hope you enjoy them, I lik...
