Mar 2018
The hot coffee told my bones they weren't growing and you know how words are like pop songs
Or maybe it's the other way around because pop songs are just words...
Im singing meaningless lyrics to notebooks
Im a fool
They tell me if im too picky my fingers will fall off so now im indecisive
I told them I can't eat that
im a **** good liar because once id lost my taste buds on a count of hot coffee
I can't eat THAT
Well then why is my stomach full?
As well as marrow whole
Or maybe it's the other way around because pop songs are just words...
Im singing meaningless lyrics to notebooks
Im a fool
They tell me if im too picky my fingers will fall off so now im indecisive
I told them I can't eat that
im a **** good liar because once id lost my taste buds on a count of hot coffee
I can't eat THAT
Well then why is my stomach full?
As well as marrow whole
This is a dumb draft because i forget the better poem i kept in my head. This is what i came up with using some lines i could remeber. I gotta remind myself to write things down sooner.
