Snow-dust blankets,
icy roads,
hot cocoa mornings,
school-day colds,
tea filled evenings,
busy days,
Why did summer fade away?
YOU ARE READING
speed bump
PoesieI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...
