Yay I finally got to this 《
Eyes freshly painted like a professional
painting,
Flipping through those thin, gray pages
Chopped, light wooden colored hair
Memories dysfunctional, lives continued
Bright eyes and nerdy eyes admired,
Sat right by me in the worst and best,
Days last hours, cries last 60 seconds
Crosses on the baby blue walls,
Strung with silence.
|| hey so it's Adrian and this is a poem about my best friend since forever Logan and ah they are awesome and deserve some love, glad I finally got to making this ||
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
