poetry for him. (please don't take poems without asking)

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

the things i write while i'm sad i suppose [this is rlly old, dont waste your time and read something worthy]

at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?

because everyone gets a little sad sometimes. (poems belong to me)