Feb 2019
How could we ever?
There’s too much light,
It’s way too bright.
Wait, I know…
We could go at night.
There’s too much light,
It’s way too bright.
Wait, I know…
We could go at night.
I see a lot of sad poems on here, so I figured I'd share a light-hearted one. This poem was inspired by a joke that my Uncle Shaun told me.
