Poems from VKLeishman
Everyone has their own way to tick
Some might click
Some might tock
But I?
I don’t even own a clock
For all I know they could never have...
Dreams
What do they mean?
Are they really just the end goal?
Or unrealistic fantasies
One my dream of fam or fortune
And what a wonderful...
Oh as the world moves to the seasons of the Sun
And the sky changes throughout the day
Fist a yelloworange to the brightest blue to peach...
See the hustle and bustle of the world
See how it people go about their life
They lie and cheat to get what they want
They hurt people...
Things go wrongThings will breakTests will be hardAnd you might be lateBut don't ever let that bring you downYou might have had a bad...