11th
i can't write
all my poems begin with i
i keep hoping to meet exciting people
people with stories.people with dark deep minds
people with beautiful pasts
and i have met every kind, just not enough to write about
ive lost myself
I don't know why im here
why i only think of impossible scenes
its 3 am and i still hear tv being played
how lonely is that.
the boy next door
at this hour how can you turn on the tv
YOU ARE READING
about a queen
Poetrywhere she writes about people or places or incidents that influence her in unique ways or just makes her bitter and make her think, in a way shaping her.
