The alarm sounds.
"Good morning, bright sun"
Another day I've won.
I smile and breath,
While in her room,
the serpent seethes.
And on my way I go.
The bus ride is long,
Yet has a merry, light song,
And my friends greet with glee,
When I arrive at school,
I'm happy for them and them for me.
I hope to never go home.
Classes are dull,
But I am no fool.
Thankful for them am I,
For when the final bell rings,
I can't help but release a mournful sigh.
There is no joy on this bus ride home.
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The Searching
PoésieYou've searched and searched, A great good, ole long time. For something tangible, something real- Something only you may find. Perhaps I can help you- Give you places to look.. Admits my words which fall like heaven, Coated in hell, this is my boo...
