Laying on my hoddie
A metaphor
My hoodie is a pillow
The table has speckles
Gold, black, & silver
This clock is blurry
I can't see it
Senior exams
Double periods
Too much time
With nothing to do
My nail polish is chipping
Oh tear
I'll paint my nails again at home
There's only ten other people in here
But with stuff to do
Unlike myself
I wrote a note
I went to the bathroom
I organized
Now what?
I wrote a poem
hey erica!! VERY WEIRD!! we must b realted, we think ALIKE!! guess who is sitting by us in study hall>??? the guy that u "cant get over"!!haha. i bet u would LOVE 2 b in my study hall!!! haha! ttyl!