ripped paged upon a scribbled mess
lost my head in numbers
the numbered thoughts of that dress
and of our endless summers
Lost in thought
My brain in Rot
Your gaze leaves a hole
In my smother soul
Even with these stupid such stupid line breaks
And ****** writing
I'll make you screaming for gods sake
with the right mood lighting
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
ripped paged upon a scribbled mess
lost my head in numbers
the numbered thoughts of that dress
and of our endless summers
Lost in thought
My brain in Rot
Your gaze leaves a hole
In my smother soul
Even with these stupid such stupid line breaks
And ****** writing
I'll make you screaming for gods sake
with the right mood lighting