untitled.
january 22, 2017.
4:51 pm.
silence in the breeze
you look so cold
when you're talking to me
and with that cigarette between your teeth.
YOU ARE READING
poetry iv: thot confessions
Poetrywritten in 2017. the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. trynna be some rupi kaur shit but that ain't me. confessions of a self-proclaimed thot.
