Poems from tufted
It’s rather mordant
Don’t you think?
This funeral,
Completely devoid of pink
She stands in the far corner
All alone
She mumbles to...
And the world tumbles down out of control
I don't think you know that I've lost all my hope
So I'll sit and I'll cry
Weeping my eyes dry...
My heart skips a beat when you pass me by
I wonder if this is real, or just a makeshift high
You never see me
I wonder if we'll ever be...