Poems from wdywfm14
The countdown of it all.
Months passes into weeks into days.
My mind has been circulating on this for years.
The time has come.
New school...
Do you know what it is?
Is it there?
Did you make it up?
How long did it last?
A day, a week, a month?
Six months, a full year?
Do you...
Day in, and day out there is a voice inside my head
it reminds me of yours
the annoying buzz I can detect a mile away
I don't even...