Poems from buttermae14
They are the incessant
clicking, ticking, or whirring
that keep you
from drifting to sleep.
They are that repeating
broken record that...
I don't why I do it.
I just can't seem to take
My eyes off a boy when I
Like him.
I steal glances.
I start to wonder things,
listen...
The wind blew a crisp whisper.
A feel of cold climbed up my spine;
Leaves were letting go, and the ground they'd litter.
Clouds were...