Blue and grey,
The yellow images play,
Like a vintage slideshow,
On replay.
Spark one up,
The smoke then paints,
Memories and smiles,
Of my vintage days,
My vintage days.
-CHEWANG
YOU ARE READING
LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.
PoetryShe used to say it would really make her feel great if I ever wrote a book so here I am but we are not. Jotting down everything I feel.
