Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It's 9:20 and my money is on the fact that you don't give a **** guess I saw it coming but I'm tired of running from everything that passes your lips Fight-or-flight keeping me awake half the night pay up or get out, living in a state of constant drought & listening to whatever ******** you're on about slow work, waiting for grass to sprout, but I guess we've had it handed to us, gotta reap what our ancestors have planted for us, even if the seed is bad can't be much worse than the days I've had.
0
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
bad seed
It's 9:20 and my money is on the fact that you don't give a **** guess I saw it coming but I'm tired of running from everything that passes your lips Fight-or-flight keeping me awake half the night pay up or get out, living in a state of constant drought & listening to whatever ******** you're on about slow work, waiting for grass to sprout, but I guess we've had it handed to us, gotta reap what our ancestors have planted for us, even if the seed is bad can't be much worse than the days I've had.
Written by
24/F/Ohio
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem