I'm used to hitting sour notes every now and then
but my tuner broke when I did, and it never worked again
I hid this new melodic mess with cheerful harmonies
my act covers all the fumbled chords, I only aim to please
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
