I sit on my couch listening to little cars on the nearby streets
Every few minutes the sound of a kitten walking across my recently finished science board
With every step, comes a soft foaming sound
I smell the sent of sweet midnight lilac as I think of all the homework and tests not yet completed
Visualizing the blend of decaf coffee bought many weeks ago, never touched, sitting in a nearby kitchen cabinet
The light of the candle burns, but the wax never dies.
YOU ARE READING
some bad poetry
PoetrySometimes I stare at people, oops. I don't really want to publish a lot of these, many of them don't make sense, even to me, and I'm not the best but whatever
