its raining
its pouring
my old man is snoring
im making eggs
at 3 in the morning
because im feeling lonely
its raining
its pouring
your old man is snoring
youre laying in bed
your resting your head
while im out here feeling lonely.
Me.
YOU ARE READING
vent book
Poesiaconsists of art, poetry, or just normal vents. (yes the cover is my cat)
