Yeah, you heard me right.
So sick of melodrama feels that make me question things I like.
I don't want bubbles, brains or butterflies
A guise of something real.
Sick to my stomach of the smiles
That don't hold any appeal.
But I oblige.
It's just polite
To grin with teeth and not your eyes.
Because some line along the lines
Sincerity just lost its shine.
Send me the grad pics via text
Bring beer 4 bar b q @ 6
How's ur kid brad
I guess not bad. Just doing things that you'd Xpct
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The Tea: Spilt and Bitter
PoetryThe Tea ~ A Collection of Rants & Poems As long as I can remember, life has always seemed sort of poetic to me: Walking home down a street that looks empty, maybe sad, with a look on your face that shows your deepest thoughts of the day...
