In the dim-lit kitchen kingdom of my doubts
I hear the clatter of your footsteps, then your sighs
You peer at me as though I’m something tragic
A wilted bloom you still decide to water
In the dim-lit kitchen kingdom of my doubts
I hear the clatter of your footsteps, then your sighs
You peer at me as though I’m something tragic
A wilted bloom you still decide to water
Shoutout to all my fellow champs, chiefs, and kings. ✊
Shoutout to all my fellow champs, chiefs, and kings. ✊
Me: shakes fist at the night sky.
Me: shakes fist at the night sky.
me: this is poetry.
me: this is poetry.