It's just like pieces of paper,
The ones people threw at your head,
And they always got caught in your hair.
The words are like those,
The frustrating paper balls,
A cause to tease a person.
The words aren't anything more.
They are said,
They get caught and hang around your head,
Until you brush them away.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
