if i go back a decade
maybe i could work things out
cuz the mess that i'm in now
has me altering my mind
has be unabashedly waste my time
i haven't moved from these covers
in years, and the pipes above me
gleam until they don't, until they're
covered in rust, left alone for so long, so so long
there's a lot to do around here, and
people just want me to do more
more, more, more MORE
i want to scream but it won't do anything
why would i want them to know i'm in pain?
that's heinous, the demons will remain for now, sorry bout that
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
