for the first time in countless months,
the 17th has come and gone,
and it was just an ordinary day.
no gifts,
no moon, and
no you.
17 is just another number once again.
i pray that somehow, someday
it will
either
mean the world to me again,
or i will be able to look up and not think of you.
but lord, do i pray
its the first one.
YOU ARE READING
Adventures, Memories, and Everything in Between
Poetrybook 1 my brain is too crowded so i made room by putting stuff in here. so you're reading my brain pretty much. enjoy <3 WARNING: mature content because of strong language and references to alcohol and probably other stuff ALSO NONE OF THE VIDEOS IN...
