Haywired hello
Head full of bees
Crooked back
And angry knees
Eleven in the morning
Slept like shit
This repetition
Fucken tired of it
Just wanted some sleep
But all I got
Is another headache
With emotions shot
What world is this
That I have to live
I have nothing here
Left to give
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
