Someday i'll be looking out my window
My Chicago apartment window
Cold as hell, broke as hell
Because i only have one blanket
And this apartments so damn expensive
I'll secretly smoke a cigarette
I went through all that trouble buying them
My phone will ring but I won't hear it
Because my musics so damn loud
90s rock n roll
I'll be sitting at the edge of my window
Cold as hell, broke as hell
But happy
Because i have paper and pen
And this is what i've always wanted
And I got this
I got to sit at the edge of my window
Cold as hell, broke as hell
Happy .
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melancholia: a collection of poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out...
