Tip toe, tip toe,
God it's so quiet.
Tip toe, tip toe,
Is this how it ends?
Tip toe, tip toe,
My ears won't stop ringing.
Tip toe, tip toe,
My words are strictly chosen.
Tip toe, tip toe,
I'm not afraid to bite my tongue.
Tip toe, tip toe,
My favorite word is sorry.
Tip toe, tip toe,
Your favorite words are guns.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrybasically me complaining about my first world problems or poetry I wrote at 4 am
