i ate my bowl of noodles, soaked with tears
as she rants on about her life, and her fears.
i wonder how this all, got this way
when all i ever said, was her name.
YOU ARE READING
𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 , poems
Poetry☆ dance dancey dance da-dance dancey dance!!1! in which, i ignored my ill symptoms n convert them into poems (most/if not all r free verse)
冷麺
i ate my bowl of noodles, soaked with tears
as she rants on about her life, and her fears.
i wonder how this all, got this way
when all i ever said, was her name.
