Poems from Cinema_Los3r
Yellow sweater,
pink hair.
Rose colored thermos,
with A/C air.
Revolution
Odd
Yearning
Greatness
Bored
Independent
Valient
Picture day.
For the yearbook,
that you don't even get until the next year.
A turtleneck.
Well,
a mock neck.
It feels like I'll have a...
Hey dude,
you again.
You were #3.
I saw you this morning by yourself,
so I was certain to flee.
Your date.
I saw her in the hallway this...
Oh no.
That time of year.
The dresses,
and hot messes,
its space-themed
this year.
The team will lose,
they always do.
The DJ might be
82...