"Boys will be boys." psh.
"how do you know its the truth?"
" Smile sweet heart, its pretty."
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
Mushrooms and tiny pops,
Fungus growing deep inside,
Its too much, too loud.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
**** and ***** bongs,
Finding answers in the fog,
Loathing in New Jersey
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
I could write a million poems,
but I don't.
I'm caught up, lost, taken from the world.
here is where my existence lays,
somewhere between pain, wonder, and reality.
we fight for what?
love? experience? knowledge? ourselves?
we fight for what?
I could write a million poems,
but I don't
why?
is the world too fast?
am I given too much at once maybe?
psh, a real shame- given too much.
given so much, its too much.
psh, a real shame.
I could write a million poems,
but I dont.
the truth is- who knows?
sitting in bed looking out your window
who knows? who knows.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC