It gets better.
I swear it does.
The weather will get warmer, you won't need that sweater.
You and the bees will be a buzz.
You won't see it now
But in due time you'll see the progress
The crowd will bow
And you'll have no regrets.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
