Poems from Katt Riley
Aly, wish you were here..
But yet you aren’t..
You lay in some cremational oven,
Your soulless body burning,
To lie as a pile of ashes....
Senior year bites.
For it is too stressful,
Slightly dull,
With many sleepless nights.
Stress can cause fights,
Pain of the skull,
Loads of...