It's 3:33am.
The rain is calling from the sky.
Pitter
Patter.
Writing this sucky ass poem.
Pitter.
Patter.
Smoking a cigarette.
Pitter.
Patter.
Seeing a dog.
Pitter
Patter.
Oh shit.
That ain't a dog.
Pitter.
Patter.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poetry Book
PuisiHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
