i could write millions of words with ease,
i could make people feel what it's like to please,
but i could never again neglige myself over your pretty face.
you don't know how embarrassing it is to see you doing my things; you didn't add the mention copy&paste.
you keep saying my name in your pretty little lies as if I was a fucking ace,
and you should be prepared because you'd be shocked by the way i shoot my shot.
YOU ARE READING
museum of moments
Non-FictionHere comes the madness, they said. You'll find your own way by experiencing life. Don't be afraid of losing yourself in the process. This book is for the scarred, the lonely and the misunderstood.
