Just me rambling on about cold...
These thoughts are swirling in my skull A torrent of questions
Hearts are fickle bits of glass and stone locked behind a cage of scaring flesh and brittle broken bone
More rambling nonsense but this time it's prehistoric.
A train of thoughts about me not wanting to think anymore.
A poem based on my incoherent, depressive ramblings.
I also haven't written a poem with a rhyme scheme in ages wooo!
Constant pain is a good sign that moving on is necessary.
I am just going to type and type and not stop. All grammatical errors and spelling mistakes are just emotion and my thoughts . There is no thought or reason I just wanted to let it out.
These thoughts are swirling in my skull A torrent of questions
Hearts are fickle bits of glass and stone locked behind a cage of scaring flesh and brittle broken bone
More rambling nonsense but this time it's prehistoric.
A train of thoughts about me not wanting to think anymore.
A poem based on my incoherent, depressive ramblings.
I also haven't written a poem with a rhyme scheme in ages wooo!
Constant pain is a good sign that moving on is necessary.
I am just going to type and type and not stop. All grammatical errors and spelling mistakes are just emotion and my thoughts . There is no thought or reason I just wanted to let it out.