18 hours
one song on repeat
the layers of stone passing by
and old Kentucky silos
and Tennessee shoe factories
and an Ohio mall
card games
and mad libs
and nervous glances towards you
at 2am
i was laughing
but it turned into crying
and then resentful sleep.
5am
just the two of us
someone left their shoe
and another left their jacket
you looked at me
"have a good night"
"i love you"
~*~
i guess this is implied by the title, but you've probably guessed by now that none of these poems are meant to make sense to readers. they're all based on personal experiences. thanks for reading :)
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Poetrya collection of nonsense poems that mean a lot to me, and nothing to most.
