Clocks tick.
Glass cracks.
Water drips.
Leaves fall.
Lips bleed.
Sun shines.
Curtains closed.
Doors locked.
Jeans ripped.
Metal rusted.
Hearts broken.
Paint dried.
Soap scrubbed.
Lives ended.
I wanted to say Hotel? Trivago so badddd!
UGHHHH.
Idek if this makes sense.
My mind was in a fog when I wrote it.
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Words of Stupidity
PoetryPoetry I wrote, one story at a time. Don't know if any of it makes sense... Please read and let me know if it sucks or not, lol. Highest Ranking::: #3 in poetry
