My room smells so much like caffeine,
My textbooks are all scattered on the bed,
My windows have imprints of the rain,
My face carrying a smile, I've never met before,
There's a new found happiness,
in the little imperfect things around me,
That I had never bothered glancing upon before.
YOU ARE READING
absquatulate [𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂]
Poetry[ 4th Place Winner Of The Poetry Awards 2020] absquatulate leave abruptly without saying goodbye. I write to calm myself, I write for those who believe poetry can explain them and their feelings, I write for those who find their other half in poetry.
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