Feb 2016
This
This thing in my hands
Something so cold shakes me
With no color or smell
With no physical form whatsoever
What is this abstract object called again?
Self-doubt?
I'm not entirely sure
This thing in my hands
Something so cold shakes me
With no color or smell
With no physical form whatsoever
What is this abstract object called again?
Self-doubt?
I'm not entirely sure
I gave five seconds to this poem, and the punchline is awful buts it still nice an to the point
