I woke up this morning,
just like every other day.
And it continued
just the same
I walked to school,
and I walked back
Always sticking
to the same old track.
But once I got home,
something wasn't right.
And this foolish feeling followed
through out the night
I sat up thinking,
pondering, why?
And then the answer came,
wish a sigh
That my life is like a book,
waiting to be read.
with all of the chapters,
still in my head.
I just recently put a poem on here that someone said I plagarized (sry if not spelled right)..i didn't and I was just wondering who thought I did. If you know..could you plz tell me? Thanks.
