I wake up, it's still dark out
I hobble like a gremlin to the living room
I collapse on the couch, half-asleep.
As I slowly fall into unconsciousness,
One last thought enters my head...
"Bitch."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random Poetry
PoesíaI'll probably write half of this at like 3 a.m. so prepare for some weird shit.
