Poems from Cylie Jo
I read the posters
I look at my shoes
I look at the clock
I doodle on my paper
never once do I look at you
Teacher...
Words on paper
Words on paper
Paper that cuts
Paper that wrinkles
Teacher cant teach
Teacher cant teach
Why am I here...
roses are red
violets are blue
you cant teach math
and i cant stand you.
The world is silent
The world is dead
The world is dead?
Run run as fast as you can!
Before the blade slices your hand!
Making you feel like barren land...
Scarlet blood dripping on the floor......