I get sadder than my usual sad
I get nervous-er than my usual nervous
I tremble like… a sad nervous person
When I’m anxious, the poetry abandons me
Just like I want to abandon me
My feet stick but my head floats
U p & a w a y
See, there she goes, that girl
Her head always in the ****** clouds
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
I get sadder than my usual sad
I get nervous-er than my usual nervous
I tremble like… a sad nervous person
When I’m anxious, the poetry abandons me
Just like I want to abandon me
My feet stick but my head floats
U p & a w a y
See, there she goes, that girl
Her head always in the ****** clouds
Check on your compassionate friends, the givers, the helpers. We might not be doing okay.
