Oh little desk
Oh how you have been
So sweet to me.
When things were nice
When things were good
When things were bad
When things were sad.
You hold my tears
You hold my laughter.
Oh how I have used you
For work
For play
For rest
For day.
But no matter what
I know you'll be there
My little desk
Of joy.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
