spilled some tea.
i spilled some tea.
tapped my foot on the murky seas.
with long, sword-like trees, avoiding the stomps of my feet.
money.
i need to raise money.
trying to make it up for the spilled tea.
and all the knives i shot.
sticks and stone can break my bones
and words can cut and **** with knives,
but nothing is gonna stop me.
nothing.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
spilled some tea.
i spilled some tea.
tapped my foot on the murky seas.
with long, sword-like trees, avoiding the stomps of my feet.
money.
i need to raise money.
trying to make it up for the spilled tea.
and all the knives i shot.
sticks and stone can break my bones
and words can cut and **** with knives,
but nothing is gonna stop me.
nothing.
a bit vague and needs more editing but mehhh
Request permission to use this poem