Poems from TaylorSealy75
I am what I continually do.
I guess that makes me talk
I am soccer through and through
Through these halls I walk
I am staying up late...
The sound of pure joy fills the air. Suddenly, it stops at a squeak, and the clarinetist exhales in frustration. She stops to push a lock...
I write for you.
Old teacher,
Last year's best friend.
Rude classmate.
I write to prove you wrong.
I write for you.
Dead leaves. ...