i'm just fucking done
you've all just fucking won
i'm so sick of hearing
that i'm on the home run
*
why run at all
when we can fly
why bitch and snap
when we can cry
*
together
it would be better that way
together we're better
together we stay
*
forever
no more bitter small talk
no more gossip or slander or
new ways to mock
*
it's clever
the way the world is designed
seven billion people but
we're all so blind
YOU ARE READING
what makes us ethereal
Poetrya collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
