Poems from scallaway95
Crying and weeping,
I sit and wait for that call,
But waiting is all.
I’m sitting in English,
with nothing on my mind.
Writing a poem that has no rhyme.
It’s not very brilliant,
but so far it’s good;
for its...
Not to long ago,
you picked me up and dusted me off.
Now you let me walk out of your life
with a little word "Goodbye."
I'm surprised.
You...
Three barrels, two hearts, with one dream.
Turning on a dime will make them queen.
Choke up on the reins, get ready to go,
You’re running...
We're trying to write a poem but nothin' is comin' to mind.
For its 'bout ten and night time's set in;
With nothin' to do we're countin'...