two girls
sitting in the seat
before me on the bus
they rush on
breakfast sandwiches
in hand
they cheers with their
breakfasts
meeting like champagne
glasses
a toast to the morning
the sun has escaped its chains
once again
i wonder what will happen
when the sun doesn't rise
another day
my alarms wakes me
like a cold wet rag
on the face
i usually wake up
10 or so minutes
before my alarm goes
my brain is conditioned
music blares in my head
sometimes i feel like
i don't deserve the words
that vibrate in my ears
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
