30 more minutes of dread
We are reading this book I have already read
I just want to sleep in my bed
Actually I would play football (soccer) instead
I wish I wasn't hearing paper being scratched with lead
The sad thing is, my imagination is dead
I have no idea what my teacher just said...
My paper and pencil are now wed
Because they are always together in my head
YOU ARE READING
Listen to the rain as it falls
שיריםJust poems I wrote, Some are more recent, not quite sure what's going on. I am safe, don't worry, I just need a place to vent in my lowest and highest times. The first 14 were written years ago when I was too young to actually make sense of anythin...
