It's fucking cold
And my hands are stained pink.
But the sunrise today was beautiful
And my hair looks cool.
All in all, I think
We'll be ok.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
شِعرA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
