Thursday, January 12, 2017

Lines going to be turned into poetry soon (hopefully)

kept a bullet where there should have been a ring instead 

when the chorus was playing in my room at 1 am

stuck my head in the swimming pool out back

I'm not but my thoughts areinsomniac


should could would cussed you out

maybe that smoke could be my doubts

that necklace became a noose

but don't say beetlejuice

spiders crawling up my spine

i thought they weren't but those thoughts were only mine

twirled the string till my finger turned blue

thought i walked a thousand miles but it was just no one


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