Health
In tune with myself, I stopped believing in health
Vagabond with rags on a crooked dirty shelf
I'm a nut and a liar with all my hair in a fire
I have found a better place so I believe in myself
I haven't found all my momentum and I found my way out
Better do the dishes, yeah the kitchens filthy and I'm on my rebound
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.