When rhymes all but fail
And the songs don't help,
The melodies aren't right,
And I'm feeling kinda rough,
I pretend you are back
Back in my seat
Back in my view
Back in my life
And wishing you liked me too.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
