
rewind, a poem for Mac Miller.
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
rewind the time.
the mac just died.
won’t fake like it hasn’t crossed my mind.
the high, the fall.
the left behind.
too many books to read for us to ignore these signs.
rewind.

rewind the time.
the mac just died.
won’t fake like it hasn’t crossed my mind.
the high, the fall.
the left behind.
too many books to read for us to ignore these signs.
rewind.