forlorn
desolate
why can’t i be honest?
why can i never
update
realistically?
why am i so scared of being
me?
forlorn
desolate
why can’t i be honest?
why can i never
update
realistically?
why am i so scared of being
me?
poem, poem, poem-it-up
gently in the morn
stressity, stressity, stressity stress
don’t get too forlorn