Haikus

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.

 

Homeroom 8-24-11

The sweat dripped off foreheads

Bent over notebooks

School lets out at three-oh-three

The End

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