just allow the thoughts to wander
they're doing nothing wrong, i lander
money from my empty bank of emotions
already possesses no change in motion
i don't need you to console me
i don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
someone else deserves you
this sick boy (linton) just has the flu
heathcliff kept around, this could have lasted
masses keep me in check
i want to wring my own neck
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
