The thoughts I had
Finally gotten rid of,
Makes their way in.
In the room I'm
sitting in. In the
head I call my own.
The thoughts are back.
So I tip my head back
And get a drink
And they are
gone again
YOU ARE READING
poems and crap
PoetryJust a lot of my poems, sorry if they are crappy I think they are good. Constructive Criticism please.
