Day 180 Sweet Weather

It was milder out today, and so nice for a change, the weekend is supposed to be even nicer.



She is a monster
But I want her
She calls to me

I don't know why
But I want her
I want her bad

Day 82 Last Day

Tonight was my last class for the semester, yay! I can't believe how fast it went by, it feels like summer was just yesterday. Oh well, enjoy today's poem.



How dare you
Why must you
Why must you look at me like

I am no monster
I am not weird or strange
I am no different than you

Yet you choose
You choose to stare
Like I am freak

You sir are the freak
For you choose to stare
At what you refuse
What you refuse to understand