B.C. Poem by Desiree Whitamore
B.C.
now, what is this?
the breakfast club?
have we regressed this far?
i reall can't see the silver lining anymore
and with this tongue tied statement
i finally get the sleep
but soon wake to find you crying
crying because of me
'you see us how you want to see us'
and i can't change your mind
so maybe watch the movie
cuz nothings changed but time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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