I Am a highschool student. like all high school students, I think that all my thoughts are realy creative and origional. I need people to share them with.
Peicewise
In a butchers cut of X and Y
I am Equations.
disconnected swings and curve
Borrowed and stolen shoots
and ladders with broken mannerisms
I’m frustrated. missed by an inch that they don’t.
they don’t miss me. People that I realy ment nothing to. I’m always sad when I feel like there’s a connection. When someone makes me feel special.