I'm writing less
and posting more,
sure and unsure.
I'm missing windows
and shutting doors;
in vain, for all that's been before.
f o r w a r d
I don't write about your friend.
I think he makes me think too much,
and with less room for feeling
my heart and his can never touch.
The distance grows between us,
although our minds collide;
he always makes me laugh
but he can never make me rhyme.
dictionary def of a polygon sounds a lot like my luv life:
a plane figure with at least three straight sides and angles, and typically five or more.
im just laughing to mask the chaos x
loving me was eating glass
and living for the aftertaste
your favourite track played twice as fast
as if there was no time to waste
you got there first
i got there late
so now it's twice as complicate-d .
feel like its unfinished but i guess that's unfinished business for you
why am i so dramatic lol help
I’ve never heard this song before
as flowers come out of the floorboards;
I forget what my heart had ever been sore for.
life is as light as you let it be- a difficult pill to swallow sometimes
I think the world is ending
and I really wish I didn’t.
There’s a rat under the floorboards
and a knife inside the kitchen,
and in the alley by the bins
a man there ******.
For the streets all smell of *****,
and this ******* indecision
has us riddled
in the middle
of our end and our beginning.
In the town a politician
with a jet black tongue
licks the seal on our decisions
without every truly listening
well done, Britain x
you don’t owe anybody