#untalentedwriting

IT WAS JUST A DREAM I sat at my usual seat which was at the back of the class, I looked out the window and then I saw him. He walked into the class majestically and I couldn't help but notice how broad

We strive without enough drive, In a hollow hole we reside without hope, We trudge through life as they come, A beam we quest... Flickering but without glow. The politicians our incurred nemesis, Roughshod