why spend money to get us fixed?
i'm not sure, i guess my feelings are mixed.
you know we're gonna end up right where we are now.
i just wanted to look at you without a scow....
a scow, i see. that's what's you think of me.
don't take it personally, can't you just agree.
what about the great times we had?
you mean the painful ones? You've always made me sad.
our conversations always trail...
why the hell am i talking to my crusty nails?
YOU ARE READING
a lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
PoetryI didn't choose to be here, on this earth. i am forced to wake up everyday and write these shit poems. since i'm already trapped here i guess i'll make a few memories. maybe go for a jog... who am i kidding. i'll stay home and continue writing about...
