i cant stand this
i hate it and mean it
i didn't plan this
yet fate wants to seal it
too much going on
all my problems are gone
the ones that kept me up at night
like annoying songs
now they are
more like nightmares
and me i'm a flightless bird
i'm just a battery
locked up in the dark
feeding the world negative energy
when i dream theres a spark
so vivid the streetlights kissing chrome
artificial yellow ochre and then i am home
just wrote this for and about someone i know
and just realised i put it on the wrong thread! duh lmao!!! supposed 2 go on spontaneous poems, oh well :p
