Apr 2019
Your hair no longer
waves in the wind,
locks pin straight
from the overbearing gravity.
Bold yellow curls,
turn beige to match
the sand you blend into—
with eyes blue like the sea.
waves in the wind,
locks pin straight
from the overbearing gravity.
Bold yellow curls,
turn beige to match
the sand you blend into—
with eyes blue like the sea.
Almost everything is overwhelming and my bedroom smells like ****. I literally haven’t smoked **** in over three months???
