please, picture me, in the trees. i hit my peak at seven feet ---------------- poems by me!

' looking at you got me thinkin nonsense ' in which all the thoughts i wish i'd said pour like night-black ink onto a crumpled-up page. c. stqrlitsage

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.