They drain mothballs into your eyes and South Dakota flies into your head. Sincere, so dear to my dreary alibis. Such a shame we aren't all saying goodbye.
This is a poem my friend wrote for me. I have another if you guys like this one.
Um, well more depressing stuff. Sorry 3:
This kinda makes no sense, but I give you more of my depressing poetry for you
Sugar, you better run. . .
I am Everyone and No One.
This isn't some high-paid, high school commercial.
Society keeps these secrets locked up.
Well it's 2 am and I should probably be sleeping, so...
I just wanted something that was batshit random and kinda funny if you're in the mood...not poetic, but you need some comic relief to realize you're not the worst comedian.
America's worst block, the devil's playground. West 84th Street, NY.
The field...the breeze...you're just eating me away.
I need to come up with better titles for my song/poems. Fml.