Dec 6
I listen to music
Blocking out the sounds
Of the world
The people
And the problems
Instead of hearing
My teachers rambling on
About this and that
and also math
I heard
The comforting voices
And the instrument's melody
Making me feel happy
And as if
I am in my own world
Blocking out the sounds
Of the world
The people
And the problems
Instead of hearing
My teachers rambling on
About this and that
and also math
I heard
The comforting voices
And the instrument's melody
Making me feel happy
And as if
I am in my own world
I wrote this poem with my friend Fabyana. I'm trying to get her into poetry...
(A scissor who went rogue and started obsessively eating the color orange wrote this poem)
(A scissor who went rogue and started obsessively eating the color orange wrote this poem)
