The last word has been written.
My pencil, dotting the I.
Excitement is fitting,
but I end with a sigh.
I've let my self down,
my potential; a waste.
It ends with a frown
and a tear on my face.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 5:13 PM UTC
The last word has been written.
My pencil, dotting the I.
Excitement is fitting,
but I end with a sigh.
I've let my self down,
my potential; a waste.
It ends with a frown
and a tear on my face.