We think
And we think
And we think
But my thinking
never seems to fucking shrink
I don't want to think
I begin to sink
I'm sinking
Oh god, I'm sinking
Whilst I continue to think
I wish I could think
About pretty things like roses that are pink
I wish I was like the colour pink
Instead, I continue to think
I need to stop this painful thinking
I fill my time by drinking
I am slowly shrinking
Because of all this thinking
YOU ARE READING
Jumbled Thoughts
PoetryI write in here to express myself. This has become my coping mechanism. All poems in here have come from my heart, truly.
