Hey guys, my poems are doing quite alright, sadly, it’s not because my poetic skills have gone down, it’s because people like “break up” poems more. oO
Oh well, this one is about how SOME parents LOVE their kids to be perfect. From a kids point of view.
Everyday after school, your always there.
I pulled off my backpack, but there’s something i fear.
I fear you would make me do something i hated.
My homework, so i had my afternoon tea and waited.