I stand in a line
And I think of all the times you were right
You were right
Slouch around on a Sunday
'Cause sloppy seconds was all of Saturday night
I gave the day to the night
Squeeze the cut on my finger
Isn't it cool how cuts heal themselves up 'cause time
It happens all the time
You doubted my doubt?
Well there's no doubt this time
You crossed your own line
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
