When I feel alone,
deppressed as hell,
I sing about you,
and how I see you
through the glass.
And I wonder not only how much time has past,
but what has changed,
what is the diffrence,
between now and then and everthing
that was and is and ever could have been.
And will ever be,
maybe that's the answer,
I really can not speak of things
that I do not understand
or just don't make sense anymore.
YOU ARE READING
School poems
PoetrySo this is a collections of poems that I write at school in my -Er- Free time... ( Mysterious bird: *Cough*-slacker-*cough*cough*... LW: Shush you..TT^TT Mysterious bird: Alright, alright... jeez...)
