we ain't kids no more
don't make this feel like a chore
you know how i felt but you
never considered my mouth as true
years have gone by but i know
that your eyes, with love, they still glow
we both realize that this was all abritrary
just consume all of my words like an enormous library
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
