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...