I was walking to my house,
Black AllStars,
Army green jacket, not camouflage(I do that on my own) ,
Greasy hair back in a clip.
Blue button shirt over a purple cami,
Jeans making that sound when they touch
I was walking to my house.
I am pretty sure this poem had a point,
I am pretty sure the world had a point.
I am pretty sure our love had a point.
I am pretty sure your eyes had a point,
I am pretty sure her dealth had a point,
I am pretty sure I had a point,
Forgot it now,
Just like my dirty laces,
Untied,
Like my Life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem