I'll be alright,
I'm sure I will be.
Whenever I say that...
I always end up being fine,
Right?
So I'll be fine.
I'll be alright.
I'll be happy.
Just not tonight.
Not his week.
Not this year.
Not this life.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Poetry
PoezjaJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
