The boy laughs, as he cries,
never getting his surprise.
He tosses and turns at night,
waiting to go out like a light.
This boy is Luke,
and he's described as a fluke.
But, Luke is never satisfied
as he is always having to try,
but ending up looking insane,
as he never gets to gain.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThe title explains all. It's literally just a bunch of poems I made up, lmao.
