Love Stories
Morning gloryhole
is it boring?
Maybe baby.
We can make it,
I would've loved it had we made it
....
Oh well.
End it with a lel,
Chat like AoL
It's the end
My friend
Post-punk depression
Most junk suppression
Feeling junked out from weed
Fucking bugging out
Dual fates shout
Silence,
.
..
...
Yell at me, I'm wrong
Wrong wrong, who's in the wrong
Both in the wrong but you're in the right
Sure yea, but not in the slightest
You say all these things
I got some strings
Strung out, pout, fucking pout
Free associate the past
See it through like the last
Last time I see you, First and last time I write about you
See you never.
YOU ARE READING
Love Letters They'll Never Hear
PoetryEnjoy a collection of poems that were made about a bunch of girls that were in my life that aren't anymore. In this collection we have a bunch of darkly emotional moments that fits the whole aesthetic of being sad.
