Today.
. Is just not my day.
Overall.
. I'm just done.
Breath.
. It's contaminated,
Avenues.
. They're fading
Conversations.
. I feel like faking.
Covering up,
. Something I can't quite hide.
Outside,
. Where I can.
And,
. Once again,
Night,
. I spent it partying,
Day,
. Maybe just a little more.
We,
. Sure do have a fun time,
Everlasting,
. Like there's no time
Entertained,
. Hours on end.
Devoured,
. Once again,
Until the light.
YOU ARE READING
The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
