It's rough when you can be defined as “fiend.”
My day today, like every other,
will end without a dream.
I could have killed my date with a wall of trees.
Tire screeches and out of key screams ring.
Luckily I'm stuck, but I'm stuck.
I won't miss Mississippi mud, I'm panicking now.
My two-tone Hilfigures have disappeared into the abyss.
Sometimes I wonder if happiness is really worth it.
No, I'm not looking for perfect, just something to make this fake smile worth it.
Something to make waking up worth it.
Something to make writing this worth it.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Daze of Melancholy Yellow.
Puisi15 poems from Valentine's day to the end of February I wrote so you could look into my life.
