Poems from Amandakayy
Back to school brings supply lists from ten teachers a mile long each,
packets of homework an inch thick,
a state test that interrupts math...
Our relationship was a fairytale
It was perfect
On the outside
It may have crashed and burned in the end
But maybe it is a happy ending...
As I sit in this room today,
I see a bright futures of
Doctors that will find a cure for cancer
Lawyers that will participate in the trial...
Love is patient, love is kind,
As Paul so eloquently wrote
But love is fast, love is temporary,
It can end as quickly as an eighth note...
I have nothing to write about
I have been staring at a white screen for fifteen grueling minutes and I still have nothing to write about...