the clock ticks away
as my mind picks and chooses
wether it wants to spend its youth
loving you
or loving itself
YOU ARE READING
an honest mess with potential
Poetryhighest ranking #2 (13.11.18) a collection of stories i'll never complete, poetry that's second place material, fantasies that will never come true and a bunch of other mediocre things. I wrote this at like 14 or something so please don't the judge...
ticks away
the clock ticks away
as my mind picks and chooses
wether it wants to spend its youth
loving you
or loving itself
