this is a poem i wrote in grade 9, tell me what you think. Waiting
There I was, sitting in the rain Under the bridge waiting Waiting for someone to come Hoping that they could spare some change I feel so hungry, so cold, so dead I’m living in a cardboard box beside a highway hoping for my guardian angel to come & rescue me I feel so tired, But I’m too scared to sleep, I don’t want to be in the dark, I want to be warm, wanted, safe. But soon, I drift to sleep anyway, dreaming of warmth, happiness, security out of the cold and miserable rain. Soon I realized that I was in heaven
redHeadfones · Tue May 13, 2008 @ 05:39am · 0 Comments |