during class, im suppost to be listining to the teacher
blah...blah...blah.
my thought are somewhere esle. on someone esle.
that summer love that great week.
how will i ever get over it? ? ?
school drags on i want it to be summer. with him
looking out the window the trees changing colour.
bummed out that summer is over for good.
but hey no said 'no' to a winter love....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know that feeling... Short and sweet, very well put together.