Poems from gmatuke
A slip here, a slip there. I am sure the teacher will not care.
She knows we secretly call her names. The witch or Ms. Happy is what we...
Living in a world with unopen secrets. Walking around with boxed up feelings. There is no where to escape in the open foreseen world. To...
Walking in circles.Alone as I’ll ever be.Look how carefree, Still walking in circles.Stops for a moment,but no one will see. Starts...