What's yours?
Does it matter?
They're all just a coffins
Shipped in a sailboat, taking you to a far-away land
What's the difference between your eyes and hers?
We're all similar yet so different
All tiny little people on a little planet in a little Galaxy in a big universe
All on our 435th universal explosion
But I'm different right?
Or are my eyes the same as hers?
YOU ARE READING
some bad poetry
PoetrySometimes I stare at people, oops. I don't really want to publish a lot of these, many of them don't make sense, even to me, and I'm not the best but whatever
