what, can't i be earnest anymore?
right now i am falling so hard that
i don't even know that i'm falling.
i'm whispering secrets to a hole in the wall
and i can only hope that it hears.
this must be a record amount
of shitty poetry in one fucking night
and it's really hard to bottle me up
once you've got me going,
it's one of my vices, didn't you know?
1 comment:
it's not a vice if it's not a bad thing. :<
these were kind of emo but they were good
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