jesus christ.
who even are you?
who are you when i see that amazing work of art of yours,
those ink written letters,
those beautiful 'songs' you sing to her.
are you the same person?
are you the same person that i joke with?
the same person that laughs about the stupidest things with me?
the same silly immature person that i can laugh about practically anything with because youll get it too?
should i be more grown up,
when i sing to you and her?
am i already?
yeah right,
sure you are.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
ПоэзияI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
