Cold candy
Pop rocks bursting in the morning hail
My mouth a mess and mind untested
Tired and still
The morning reaches out to me
But nothing gets better at this time of day
I wish my words could carry me
Like I carry a them, away
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Cold candy
Pop rocks bursting in the morning hail
My mouth a mess and mind untested
Tired and still
The morning reaches out to me
But nothing gets better at this time of day
I wish my words could carry me
Like I carry a them, away
Nothing feels worse.
