Who knew
Food for thought
Or
Late night poetry brain
Where actual things
But here I am
Who knows the time
—𝙰𝚑; 𝟸 𝚊𝚖—
I should really be asleep
But here's my brain
Tirelessly making so many phrases
And putting out this ink
Somehow I've already written
Five entire things
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
PoetryBeware young ones This may contain curses ꧁꧂ Just some of my writings I thought I'd share Since they're sitting here Currently Not going anywhere
