the song you sing is so bittersweet
and the only comfort is my cold and tattered hair
beautiful minds with your hands in your pockets
searching for someone who feels the same
and getting lost in a sea of people
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
