They said I'm emo. Uh, was their first clue my band called, Betty Stab Wound?!
Tag: poem
Dream Color
I had a dream: it was green, then later blue, and one day it'll be black.
Life
A flower is so delicate and fragile with such a short lifespan.
Harsh
I see you, I do. You're heard and mean well, I'm sure, but the words are harsh.
Cloud
With your head in the clouds, you'll only see the fog and miss what is real.
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