i tried to write a sonnet...... ik its bad
web
i will never have a shape
little pieces fly around
no glue or piece tape
can ever hold me down
like river along the rocks
ill bend whichever way
shut my words inside a box
to keep your rage at bay
there are so many faces to me
no breath for a mistake
no one will ever know truly
which ones are real or fake
tangled in my own web
the spider is coming for me
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
