PSPSPSPSPSPPS MOOTS.
I MADE A POEM.
@not-really-a-conjunction @lin-luvs-noodles @yourl0calqueer @jel-e-ton @/any
poem:
every night i see her,
standing on the ledge,
high, high, above the water,
on the railway atop the bridge,
with her candle held high,
and no fear she may die.
she stands,
with trembling hands.
one moonless night,
she gave me such a fright,
head held high,
and no fear she may die,
candle burnt out,
looking down at the water,
decided without doubt.
every night i saw her.





