Poems from mimi138
Our love is like a lightbulb on its last hours of life
Frantically it flicks on and off and on and off
It clings to its last bit of...
We fell
Like two blooming flowers off of a tree in the Spring
We fell
And I never questioned nothin
I never noticed nothin
I never saw the...
I hate the backspace button
"Undo"
"Clear"
"Restart"
It's not because it causes me to lose every bit of work that I write if I'm online.
No...