phone me up to find out
if i'm still there.
went away to touch grass, and shake it a little.
I care.
the words in my mouth
are unready to be spelled.
Are you mad
at me?
Wouldn't you yell
at me?
It's only fair.
lips to them lips, eyes to the ceiling.
you blamed me for everything, and 'specially for being.
blame's not a biggie,
am a quick learner to dodge.
u brutal, u shooter, you load and you smudge.
you hit with a sucker punch
till I appear a bit shakey.
slightly delulu,non-awaken.
delulu
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2023
Свидетельство о публикации №123093004484
Свидетельство о публикации №123093004484
Рецензии