you're unimpressed, and i confessed
that we're not meant to be
the clock on the wall is telling me
that we weren't meant to last past three
even though we feel the rain at the same time
you feel it warm and i feel it cold
you made me feel like the world had backed away
but that feeling's long grown old
a/n: i don't even fucking know what this is but i needed to put up something so you get this shit yay
p.s. 69th part omg
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YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
