smells like crappy poetry.....
morning class
i like thee not
because of you
sleep i get not
my hours
they are so difficult
the scheduling
it was my fault
i sit here in the laundry room
waiting for my clothes to dry
the only thing i really wish
is that time would not so much fly by
to bed i must go
my eyelids are low
after all of my homework
only this poem left to show