Poems from gess789

the stress of tests are bad and sad they are pests
Walking through the halls Wave to cute friendly boy,then Tripped, heat rushes face
Sky's are greying blue Frozen water falls from skies Trees are clear and bare
Late at night Witching hour The stars a sight The baby’s sour
paper blank pencil sank hand alive to help me thrive paper full pencil pull hand tired to get what’s required