Poetry Month
4:04 pm
Tue April 8, 2014

Bored

Read by Shawna Butler.

Time, time,
Passes by.
Trying to make this poem rhyme,
Same old empty, boring life.

Another simple, starry night:
Crying, laughing, being kind.
I am tired of faking smiles.

Time, time
Passes by.
Tapping dance shoes
In the night,
Still living the empty, boring life.

There are no details,
Nothing of the sort.
Just a girl,
That same old dork.

Time, time,
Passes by.
Trying to make this poem rhyme,
Same old empty boring life.

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