not mad
not sad
life's bad
i'm not glad
no dad
little for me here
but i don't feel like going
not because i'll be missed
or haven't been kissed
i'm not exactly pissed
but truly i'm just curious
so don't go looking all around
when i'm no where to be found
as long as we keep things interesting
i wouldn't be forever peacefully resting
YOU ARE READING
lowercase • poetry
شِعرa collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
