(no subject)
just another pretty face
in a city of poets
waiting to be discovered
under torn t-shirts and old
baseball cards.
or discarded.
either better than the
purgatory of twenty-two
on yellow sundays of
star-spotted ink to
show how i'm so special
just like everyone else.
in a city of poets
waiting to be discovered
under torn t-shirts and old
baseball cards.
or discarded.
either better than the
purgatory of twenty-two
on yellow sundays of
star-spotted ink to
show how i'm so special
just like everyone else.