• Acts
• Produce Music
• Writes Poetry
• Tries Running
• Struggles with Reading
Your local library! All those books and you won’t spend a penny!
Your local library! All those books and you won’t spend a penny!
I stand amongst the fog that reaches out.
She trickles on my skin
With tears that cover what’s lying ahead.
Her icy touch cools my neck
As she whispers for me not to leave.
I was happy to oblige,
Till the sun pierced through and tells me, go home.
I stand amongst the fog that reaches out.
She trickles on my skin
With tears that cover what’s lying ahead.
Her icy touch cools my neck
As she whispers for me not to leave.
I was happy to oblige,
Till the sun pierced through and tells me, go home.