Sitting in the corner,
With a pen in hand,
Scribbling my day-
Scribbles turned to tears,
Tho
the tears spoke of my strength.
The day was perfect,
-Mix of cheers n pain,
shaping who I am-
within me n for the world.
NEPTUNE
With a pen in hand,
Scribbling my day-
Scribbles turned to tears,
Tho
the tears spoke of my strength.
The day was perfect,
-Mix of cheers n pain,
shaping who I am-
within me n for the world.
NEPTUNE