I'm in love with a boy,
this dream is as bad as soy.
I am filled with the blues,
Because it will never come true.
I don't think he knows my name,
so i should leave the way I came.
Why does this dream seem to be a dread,
after all the books I've read?
With about a million chapters,
they all end in happily ever afters!
WHY CAN'T LIFE BE AS GOOD?!
YOU ARE READING
Random Writings
PoetryThese are just some random poems I write through out the day. They vary with their points/emotions/messages. ;)
