Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
I knew hanging out with you would be so risky But I didnt know until the night you kissed me That you would turn out to be so dark and twisty Wish I never bought you that bottle of whiskey