Poems from Mr_Ditto911

Face ing the Monring
I wake from my sleep, and I don't make a peep.   Because beside me she is there, Sleeping without a care.   She must not wake or her rest I...
Making my Way to that Feeling
Five days a week I drag myself onto a bus. To be taken to a place that is bleak but there is a plus,   for everyday that passes is a day...