i will get fries with you
and i will dye your hair till my hands are blue
i will be with you
just tell me what i have to do.
should I be saying this now?
when I don't even know where I am?
oh well,
who gives a damn.
YOU ARE READING
poems i regret writing
Poetryjust some shitty poems i never should have written poems I wrote in the middle of the fucking hurricane.
