Poems from abbyy_duanne
Walking around with my head down low
Watching people living while I am just death
Just being a waste of space
And wasting valuable air...
She is one of the most feared places.
For there are cliques and popular kids.
Then there are us,
The Wallflowers or the Misfits
We get...
The cool winter air
Swiveling around ones hair
While he exhales the smoke
She inhales the bullshit
He wants her to stay
But just to play...