My happiness comes from
a 20 milligram orange bottle
filled with tiny little white circles
that I struggle to swallow
just so I can try to fix
a chemical imbalance
inside of my head.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
