Poems from barefootthinker
Some girls say that they’re not pretty,
and staring into the saliva, mucous, and broken down bits of food swimming in the toilet bowl like...
Some girls say that they’re not pretty,
and staring into the saliva, mucous, and broken down bits of food swimming in the toilet bowl like...
Some girls say that they’re not pretty,
and staring into the saliva, mucous, and broken down bits of food swimming in the toilet bowl like...
My fingers lay on the wheel
Silent and stammering all at once
Watching as the droplets coating my windshield serves as a rain reel...
My fingers lay on the wheel
Silent and stammering all at once
Watching as the droplets coating my windshield serves as a rain reel...