My haikus... about this fall, coffee, soldiers, and homeroom.
New earrings feel like bee stings
Leaves stick to my feet
I still want to be someone
Coffee cup stained with red lips
Cigarettes burn soft
His coffee is black as night
Sad faced soldiers, such a clash
from the dresses that
we shop for now, but not buy.
The sweat dripped off foreheads
Bent over notebooks
School lets out at three-oh-three