Poetry is like painting with words
Or maybe its just me
Or maybe its just me
Sigh.
Sigh.
But I don’t wanna make it to nee years
But I don’t wanna make it to nee years
Lately I’ve been getting that feeling a lot more.
I feel like I’m shutting down.
Like I can finally rot in my garden of weeds.
Light a fire for me when I’m gone, okay?
Lately I’ve been getting that feeling a lot more.
I feel like I’m shutting down.
Like I can finally rot in my garden of weeds.
Light a fire for me when I’m gone, okay?
Maybe I’m wrong for that, but again. Idk
Maybe I’m wrong for that, but again. Idk