When it's 2 in the morning
My thoughts are burning
And I honestly didn't think
Before overwhelming myself with honesty
It's times like this
Where I don't know what I'm thinking
Or maybe
I'm not thinking at all
I kept typing
And deleting
And picking and choosing
The correct phrasing
And getting confused
But I guess it's ok
Because even thought I hate it
It ended in milk
YOU ARE READING
Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
