need to keep my head in my
pocket
or it'll come undone
got an eye for a sun
and a life that's just begun
and a tired soul
stretched out an spotted
like an old lime in a fridge
that's been long forgotten
I tell myself it's not so tragic
the longest lines I've written
are three and a half sentences
and I ate jello on the weekends;
oh, god! I fear I am going insane.
YOU ARE READING
paraphernalia
Poetrypretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
