my motto is boys and sadness
i hate to rhyme
it smells of smoke and death
pray for clear skies tonight
"just don't be sad"
they say as i walk away
but do they truly know
what goes through my head each day?
i aspire to be calm and happy
to roam the streets stress free
but when i think about the girl that i am
that's just not me
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
