is the stairway to love
The beginning of every love
and the sight of first love
The school is a place to hangout
A place for people to make-out
The feeling of no privacy
and disgusting rumor fly
I once knew a stories
of you and me
My hand was there
and you say " why touch, I just fart"
I pull and you push
The hard feeling of sexual desires rise
Surround the hallway
and gross people out
1 comment:
Wow, your feelings tend to pour in your poetry. My teacher always told me that "when my heart was in my poem, people would love it." This just shows you that your heart is literally in the poem.
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