Here I am,
alone in this room
Thinking about
the things I wanna do
Bored and sad
So come here through
Talk to me
I'll laugh with you
I want to be out
But there's nowhere to go
Please help me here
I want you to
Then I saw your eyes...
There is hope, after all.
To be out of this doom.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
