Poems from SnellR
Womp Womp Womp Womp Womp! Yep, that is all I hear.
You sit there and you judge me and say, “Oh, what a poor dear,”
But I feel sorry for you...
Can you hold me tight?
I will hold you forever.
Cows jump over the moon.
They will hit the ground soon full speed.
A small silhouette
In the corner of my room.
Tell me what is it?
What could this be? Really? What?
Oh it is my dirty clothes.
Trust is something earned not something given out freely,
One cannot expect to get what they don’t give.
That’s what’s wrong with the world...