Poems from Ms. Wannabe Poetry
Since a young age
I've been plagued
My mind set a certain way
By fairy tales
They taught me
That happily ever after
Always follows the end...
My teacher
Waves her hands
Towards the board like my attention
Should be focused on adjectives and verbs
She placed me next to the smelly...
Broken promises left in the open
The stench of nicotine and dried up roses
Clouded vision by the smoke
Don't think, don't think, don't...