I sit in bed, it's just about 9:30 in the morning, on a Thursday morning. My mom, she's still asleep, she doesn't usually sleep in, she gets up at 5:30 in the morning, for my dad, to make his lunch, but she never goes back to sleep...but she did... Which I'm glad, she needs more sleep them she gets...
I toss, I turn, but I'm still uncomfortable, my bed, is a thin black futon mattress... I have over ten pillows on my bed... I have a black and gray big cover, and a small white fleece blanket with a tiger on it...but I'm using a sleeping bag right now....my other blankets... They are dirty...
My TV, it sits in front of me, it hasn't been on in a couple of weeks, my Xbox isn't even hooked up... I debate...I debate on hooking it up... Since I might leave so soon....
Its 9:36 now, the times went so slow....but the clock will slowly keep ticking.....
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
