Poems from mistaken-mots
I wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning
By 6, it's coffee I'm pouring
Without it everything is a blur
All my decisions, unsure
Coffee is the...
Indeed I woke up like this
Stretch marks, acne, nails bit
Flaws I see them all I need no witness
I am "flawfull" therefore I am flawless...