poem time up in hea my buds back to school waking up when its still dark bus rides passing by the park shoving pushing through the halls lockers jammed just like them all interesting facts in class ignored while hoping the week will pass lunch time comes and everyone relaxes lunch still sucks even though they have our family's taxes just a few classes to get over before your home taking a shower of course this poem makes school seem like a complaint because in school good things have no restraint Anna~~~
indie rock loves MM · Sun Aug 16, 2009 @ 02:10am · 0 Comments |