Everything keeps crumbling,
I feel stuck.
I need a friend,
But I don't want anyone.
Fruit crumble sits on my desk,
Fruity and sweet.
I wish it was me.
YOU ARE READING
cover-ups and migraines
Poetry**** Started 24 March 2020 **** Random rants and poems I guarantee you need ;) °Someday we'll all be gone. So please don't bore me with you bullshit. >.<° I'd really appreciate if you read my book (^^) 🏳️🌈🌺🌸😊😘
