I wish that I could have my playlist,
reigning over my head.
And someone could simply
scroll through it
instead
of asking me how I feel.
Because music always explains my emotions, better than any words from my mouth ever could.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poésie[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
