marco

a spoon fell in love with the ceiling
          and whispered secrets to the dust
          while socks held a council
          about the tyranny of missing laundry.
          
          i danced on a puddle of last tuesday
          and tasted regret like burnt marshmallows
          but the moon shrugged
          and offered me a cup of starlight
          to wash it down.

Somewhat new profile? Count me innnn

Guys, I wanna start making edits like those people do on tiktok. Like imagine.. I would suck so bad at it! Hahaha! But I still want to, nonetheless.

Proud to be ur second follower, ur profile is so poetic I love it 

It's been so very long since lady luck kissed you;
          Still, you listen for her song..
          And pray that she missed you,
          Dead inside, 'cause you know it's all pretend
          Close your eyes 'cause you're going off
          The deep end again
          
          You're living for the rush, for that royal flush
          But you take what you can get
          You play your final ace for a pretty face
          Tastes like scotch and cigarettes
          And you can't help falling, going all in
          Though your odds are bleak
          Till you break your losing streak
          
          Ooh
          Oh, no
          
          You're living for the rush
          For that royal flush
          But the next best thing will do
          You want to spend your chips
          On these rosy lips
          Trying to get me next to you
          Cause you can't help needing to believe
          In finding what you seek
          Still you break your
          Losing...