Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
Over here, solitude consumes
The group of friends
The books and pens
But over here, the loneliness fumes
The teacher preached, "It's not fair"
Oh the longing
The dramatic sobbing
Here I sit, forced to stare.
Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
Over here, solitude consumes
The group of friends
The books and pens
But over here, the loneliness fumes
The teacher preached, "It's not fair"
Oh the longing
The dramatic sobbing
Here I sit, forced to stare.
Stuck here behind the wall
Warm places
Smiling faces
But I can't see it at all
Found a bunch of old poems I wrote in high school :) Decided to put them up here today.
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