"It's 90° out. I'm so hot I've gone cold.
Days like this I think a lot. Nothing specific but I'm trying to find what makes me happy, It's 90°.
Lost in thought, I think I've gone delusional because some guy just said hi to me. I'm an insecure teenage writer and I'm slowly losing my mind. It's 90° out and I'm slowly dying.
I want to say that I have a plan for my life but I know that nothing will ever go my way, I don't know how many more friends I can lose, I've really only got two. It's 90°.
90° out and I'm losing it, yeah I'm a little strange but I've only got so much time left before I've gone forever. Then again maybe it's just the heat getting to me, after all it is 90 degrees out."
-L
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A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
