She sat there and wrote,
She wrote about the days that passed along
She realized its Thursady and there's no where to go
Sitting in a class full of kids
Kids who are smarter and brighter than her.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Unsaid
PoetryThese poems are the things I hold in and wait to write, They are the thoughts that are unsaid. - I hope you can enjoy these and read them through a new light, I'm not a writer officially but this is a dream of mine. Any support given is very much...
