{11:52pm • 6/10/17}
I find that I write more when you're gone
I find that I cry more when you're gone
I find that I do more when you're gone
But the more that I do isn't good
It isn't good for me
It's isn't good for you
It isn't good for the both of us
Nor either of us
But how few was your love?
Extremely shallow
My island disappeared
Went dry
Now in the Sahara
Like a incredibly small oasis
A pitiful one
No one would bother with it from its minute size
*****
It's been a mentally busy day
I'm sorry...
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
