leave your tongue at home
and don't bother
brushing your teeth
because you'll never get
those stains to disappear
you think life is a joke
but you can't find the punchline
because it's lost among
your immaturity
you're made of pixels
and pain brings you pleasure
well i'm here to tell you
that maybe you should measure
the size of your brain too
~dedicated to all of the stupid boys at school~
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
