I don't want to write poetry any longer.
because I've made the mistake of filling my cup to the brim with deeply contrasted little monsters called emotions. they're trying to **** each other but instead they're killing me.
so words don't pour out anymore; they claw.
and the pain...
its excruciating.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
I don't want to write poetry any longer.
because I've made the mistake of filling my cup to the brim with deeply contrasted little monsters called emotions. they're trying to **** each other but instead they're killing me.
so words don't pour out anymore; they claw.
and the pain...
its excruciating.
