drunken poetry

[spareanychange]

I'm wearing the grey fleece hat this week
Not because he likes it
And not because the red one is outside on my snowman
Rather, it has a brim
So no one can see my tears
Unless they get close
Which they won't

Which is why I'm crying in the first place.

Comments

[gogo]

*hugs*

[improperbrahmin]

I am *so* done with you being estranged.

Come home and move around the corner from me, like Colin did.