poem

Its nice in my room Why does it feel like a coffin? Its warm Where will i go tommorow? I want to stay in today Its nice in my room Its cold outside I think ill stay in again… Read more

Im on a road No On a street I call to the path I call with my legs Or wheels Id prefer wheels But my legs are still in use Petals line the street While my foot is down The destination tempts me to speed Oh when will this road end!?!? Wait.. It has… Oh Read more