You still seem to live,
even in the littlest spark.
Written in words,
unspoken emotions
left on the curb.
Poetry--
It holds a lot of secrets.
Shall I keep ours,
if you didn't keep yours?
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts During Class
Genç KurguJust some of my hand written (now typed HAHA) poems, short stories, and quotes. Just my imagination going wild through the boring day.
