Feb 2020
words barely flow, the rivers of my mind are dry
my heart has too many emotions all vying to die
on a page in my notebook, or as code on your screens
but the drought is severe so they stay put in my dreams
my heart has too many emotions all vying to die
on a page in my notebook, or as code on your screens
but the drought is severe so they stay put in my dreams
this was a different poem with the same title but I didn't like it so it'll live in my head instead. what even are words, structure who? ugh.
