funny the way we laugh
but we can't stay like that
some times we are rough
someone's always putting a dot
i hope you get it
but I think you don't, I bet
I want it to be fixed
I hate it, you broke us at six
tired, I'm losing my grip.
i dont wanna lose you.
but what can I do?
**** girl, you already tripped.
and now that we're over
i want you to remember
the night we kissed on november
wretched, I lost my lover.
--jeannery a.
♡
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
funny the way we laugh
but we can't stay like that
some times we are rough
someone's always putting a dot
i hope you get it
but I think you don't, I bet
I want it to be fixed
I hate it, you broke us at six
tired, I'm losing my grip.
i dont wanna lose you.
but what can I do?
**** girl, you already tripped.
and now that we're over
i want you to remember
the night we kissed on november
wretched, I lost my lover.
--jeannery a.
♡
an untitled poem for the person who gave me reasons to write again, and now she's giving me reasons to stop again but I've been thinking about it. The pain she gave, the more my words are becoming powerful. Oh, i need her like the poet needs pain. Untitled, x.
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