The days blur together
And I don't even know
Which way is right-side up
Anymore
Like what the fuck
Get the fuck outta here
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
wtf
The days blur together
And I don't even know
Which way is right-side up
Anymore
Like what the fuck
Get the fuck outta here
