(just wrote it, so it's not proof read)
I'm used to precision,
Things that stay the same.
But you're changing my life,
With your spontaneous ways.
And I'm used to talking daily,
But you're throwing me for a loop.
Because now you've stopped responding
And I have no clue what to do.
Our snapchats have changed
Your number 1 isn't me
But you're still mine
And I guess that's how it be.
I don't what I did
But I'm sure it was me
Because what do ya know?
I'm an Aeppli.
…...
I don't what I did
I've tried sparking conversation,
But I guess if it's meant to happen
You'll message me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySo when I'm depressed or having a block for my stories I write little poems or little tid bits of sentences that I find intriguing. A lot less cringy than my stories and probably better work so yeah, whack.
