You pickup when I call,
While it's fucking late
We're both stuck inside our homes,
faraway and out of place.
I'd rather you shoot me
then take me on a date,
I think I'm losing touch
and I want to get this straight.
You put your feelings on my shoulders,
And I can't carry this weight.
But I know I'll always love you,
And there's nothing I could hate.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
