Earbuds muffling everything
So I can't hear anything
But music isn't playing
Except in the back of my head
The world sometimes seems so small
Like if I were to trip and fall
I'd land right next to all
The thoughts inside my head
I wish that the sky wasn't
Gray with despair
I wish that the clouds didn't
Hang in the air
I wish far too much
But is it not enough
To bring out the sun
And smooth out the rough
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
诗歌Another collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
