You won't want me in the morning
"Why does it make you sad?"
"Do I make you anxious"
No no that's not it
"Why don't you want me to stay?"
You're lightning bugs and rain beautiful sunset hurricane
I'm blood guts and cobwebs
Dusty suicidal serial killer manifesto
You aren't going to want me in the morning
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
