being in love is like
waking up to
a snow day
when the news reporter
said to expect a
shiny day;
something unexpected,
takes you by surprise.
to some, its a curse, always
a constant mess; you slip on
the frozen parts and
have to shovel the rest away
after the damage has been done.
but for some, it is a blessing.
a little fun, maybe no school or work.
sure, you might be soaked
by the end of the day; but hey,
you had a great godamn time
right? i wish
it snowed more often.
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bipolar writing
Poetrythis is bipolar writing because honestly, you never know what the fuck im going to update with. sometimes it's things about family, maybe an ex, maybe its complete fiction. you just never know. so good luck not crying and feeling shitty. :)
