The exams of the year are creeping
And you are slowing sinking
To a world deep below -
The green grass and the crows
To a petty little river that flows
From your driving your car
Or lying from afar
What a petty little fool you are
You believe that it hurts
You believe that it works
But what you've come to miss
Is a sweet little secret
Not a treasure but a trinket
A friendship that will always last
YOU ARE READING
Late night poetry
PoetryI want to hear feedback on the poems I write at late hours when my brain finds itself at peace. Enjoy :)
