a two-faced holiday
one of closing doors
while people drink alcohol
laced with my sincerity.
they watch with
poison-stained teeth
as fireworks light up
their shining eyes
and noise escapes their lips.
they don't even realize
that they're celebrating
the life of a girl
with curly hair
and a mouthful of nostalgia
do you feel older yet?
(a/n: happy new year's eve! also, it's my birthday! lol)
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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...
