Nov 2011
Sigh. Sigh.
It’s tiring
sitting here.
Listening to nonsense.
I just can’t connect
to what lies before my eyes.
Sigh. Sigh.
It’s boring.
I hear whispers.
I hear grumbles.
I hear my own thoughts.
I’m not listening anymore.
It’s tiring
sitting here.
Listening to nonsense.
I just can’t connect
to what lies before my eyes.
Sigh. Sigh.
It’s boring.
I hear whispers.
I hear grumbles.
I hear my own thoughts.
I’m not listening anymore.
April 1, 2011 · 12:59 am P/S: I wrote this quite a while ago. Can’t remember when. And I’m not sure if this is a poem..
http://ridiculousme.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/a-poem-in-a-boring-class/
http://ridiculousme.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/a-poem-in-a-boring-class/
