Sitting On the Steps [Missing Him]
Sitting on the steps.
Watching cars rush by.
Music in my ears.
Bored.
Wishing he was here.
Knowing I’ll have to wait.
So,
I’ll sit on the steps,
Watching cars rush by,
With my music in my ears,
Bored
Until he comes.
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Wally's Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written. I will continue to add more and more poems as I write them. I will try to keep them in the order I wrote them in, but that won't always be possible. Through these poems I am expressing myself and tellin...
