Bora Bagdatli
Mr. Koch
Block 3
12/8/14
Thoughts in My Head
His words were bitter
All he saw is the cold world
“No love,” he whispers.
He doesn’t feel much
Only regrets of his past
You should not bother him.
The sun is shining
The weather is very sweet
Nature is gorgeous.
He enjoys writing
Poetry is his passion
But not in this form.
Leave me alone
I can’t take the attention
I’m going insane.