words spill
looks are exchanged
we don't know it either
should we?
shouldn't we?
fuck what was meant to be
let's just do
what feels
wrong
tearing down
with a smile
ever so bitter
or honestly meant
whatever
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poetryi could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
