We wait a week for Friday,
A year for summer,
And a lifetime,
For happiness.
YOU ARE READING
words like rivers
PoesíaThe crappy poems I form in my head at random times. This probably won't even get published. I realized that it's not healthy for me to keep all these in my head all the time, so I put them in a book on here.
Waiting
We wait a week for Friday,
A year for summer,
And a lifetime,
For happiness.
