Its a chilly Monday morning as I walk to school, I can see my breath in the air in front of me and I dig my hands deeper into the synthetic wool my sw..
What people say, "I want to be where you are", those people know what they're talking about. I haven't felt this way in such a long time. In a year.I ..
I'm not sure if this actually counts as a poem, but its an entry straight from my own personal journal, and it best suites the poem category, in my ow..