All around the circle
The children run around
Their faces turning purple
They jump, and leap, and bound
Slowly running out of air
The children gasp and cry
I have caught them in my snare
And now they finally die
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Roses are red
My feet are sweaty
My knees weak
And my arms spaghetti
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
Trip or dive
Slip or slide
In the end...
Does It Matter?
Life is a game
In the end...
Did you thrive?
Or merely
Survive
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC