I Was Waiting For The Moment Of The Holidays
And Now I Don't Have Anything to do my mom says
Before i used to wait for fridays
Sitting on my laptop
without any hope
Missing those school times
I just wanted some rhymes
Do you remember enzymes
and when i had tree climbs
Its just a time pass
Don't think i feed on Grass
This is my poem so it's Out class
I know its special
And remember our school's Starts in april
Favorite people played a meaningful part
While treasured rituals warm my hearts
Ohh how do i make this stuff
Ok i guess its enough
I am outta words
And writing more may be awkward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a fun poem. You gotta have lotsa words and not get outta words and that's the way to go - towards.