It was moving up day,
That first year,
Hurt like a heart attack,
My worst fear,
Write and scribble,
Worst is the fact of,
You with hoodie on,
Think that I lack love,
(I) Act up, no more
As well as I fell,
Case and point, sure
But too short to tell,
....well.....
I think it’s just me,
I leave, and since I plead,
We’ll just have to see,
....need....
That’s my new word,
Worse is the curse,
That turns it to a verb
.....hurt.....
I relayed it before
You’dve thought in the scene,
I stated it before.
.....fail.......…
And that’s what I did,
Through all those stupid little words,
I was still just a kid
and I fail you
and better yet
I fail you,
And better yet,
I fail you
And better yet,
I
do |
Submission Name: Moving Up Day
