i dont know what to write yet im going to think about it and maby write a special poem for this later. |
I sit here waiting
i was told to come like i do every week...
Faking her smile,
Laughing in vain...
She looks out her window,
Watching the clouds go by...
Red, blue, green,
writing on the wall...
It’s hard I can’t write...
Its strange cus when it comes to you I freeze...