"twentyseventeen" poems
browsing through my time//
neglecting moments that could've been mine//
(but that's all in my head)
can't mind what derives from the voices that want me dead//
"I love you", I should've said//
(it's always better to accept)
paint my emotions or lay in bed?//
can't no longer dread when there's so much ahead//
it's all beyond "me", rather feel gold than the lead pointed at my head//
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC