You can rearrange whatever you want,
but the scenery change never helps.
You can rip, break and burn all the memories,
but it doesn't erase how you felt.
You could try to seek comfort in another,
but when things end, it'll be harder to recover.
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...
