Poems from bubbanicole
I live in the past not the present
My mind repeats the unpleasant
This place callled earth I try to figure out
When I get closed I get...
I looked up at the sky
I wounder what life would be like if I died
As I make my cilmb
I felt the pain being blown away
Nothing felt more...
My ambition was not to fall,
I lost my balance when I saw,
My attention was drawn,
One look could do it all.
You ask a question,
I say I do...