Poems from InfiniteDreams96
Happiness is like a child on a swing,
Not a care in the world, just enjoying the time
Happiness is like music,
Impossible not to enjoy...
Black eye, bruised ribs
Bloody nose, throbbing head
Punching bag for the school
How could anyone be so cruel?
Everyone sees but...
I lay here on the porch, my best friend and I
I look in her eyes, to her heart and her mind
And I see the black clouds
Of her thoughts...