fuck, it was too much
or maybe to less
i'm never enough
fuck i'm giving up
YOU ARE READING
regulus' sad boy poetry
Poetry"Roses are red, my dad is a prick, don't make me go to work, I'd rather die," Barty whines. "That doesn't even rhyme," Regulus mutters. Barty grunts. "Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. You taught me that. Anyway, it's better than whatever you're writi...
untiteled no.1 [23.09.24]
fuck, it was too much
or maybe to less
i'm never enough
fuck i'm giving up
