we are finally going for coffee,
you have similar problems like me.
everything for us feels like burnt toffee,
we are drowning slowly and cannot break free.
we are the only ones,
the lonely ones.
everything that they have to say,
the ones who are only suffering,
YOU ARE READING
gone too far
Poetrysimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
