I'm stuck in this stupid class
Writing poems in any blank space
Soon I don't think I'll have room left
One page is singing with love
Another rolling with my hate
One the boy of my future
The other the boy of the past
Now I need to finish this up
My teacher is calling for attention
YOU ARE READING
In the Rose
PoetryA collection of different poetry ~Tears on the Ground~ Tears pour down As the tears fall quickly I curl into a ball Like it can hide the pain What do I do What should I say Probably nothing It's better that way Easier for me Easier for them Easi...
