love in the middle of the afternoon, just me, my spike in my arm, and my spoon
an internet induced insanity
hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
step back and watch the sweet thing, breaking everything she sees
you were my sunny day rain, you were the clouds in the sky, you were the darkest sky, but your lips spoke gold and honey
we lived our lives in black
and if I tell you something, you take me back to nothing
people get described as modern day philosophers- and I think that’s quiet rude to modern day philosophers
i’d give you my thoughts if those things weren’t lost
don’t get red billed and black pilled- try normal life
My life is a hashtag 