Hate, Hate, Lust, Hate
11/11/18
Dancing goldfish — unsure and hesitant, swimming past each other as if they were mere strangers, yet my vision is blurred and you're the only thing that I can see out of the corner of my eye. I don't know if it's the same for you, but I noticed that your eyes look a little brighter after I walk past.
- j.a.m
YOU ARE READING
hidden lampshades.
Poetry[PROSE POETRY] this is me voicing my thoughts on my everyday life. Started: 10/26/18 Ended: *ongoing* Copyright © 2018 EMOTICK All Rights Reserved.
