Chills..
Down my spine.
Got that bad feeling..
Again.
Like something's-
Wrong.
And here I am..
In a classroom.
Wasting time.
Impatiently..
Waiting..
For this awful-
Premonition..
To go away.
Please don't let something..
Bad-
Happen.
To anyone.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
PoetryMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.
