Oct 2020
I’m drunk and emotional, what about you?
I just can’t stop, how do you?
The point is beautiful, why are you?
Through all my stuff, there stands you.
My light that holds, the one that knows me.
I only wish you were true.
I just can’t stop, how do you?
The point is beautiful, why are you?
Through all my stuff, there stands you.
My light that holds, the one that knows me.
I only wish you were true.
So this low quality poem was written after I downed most of the out of date alcohol in my house, and crying for 10 minutes. Uhh it’s not the best, but I think that’s characteristic of me by now, so imma say that’s my style.
