☆ AYYYYYY
AAYYY WHATS UP?
none of these are making sense but here it goes:
what its like to lose,
shovel the coal in this fire, ignite and conspire.
bury me in the bedroom mirror,
i think about you every single day,
i’ve always wanted what i cant have.
send me a ☆ and i’ll put my music on shuffle and write the first lines of the first five songs and give it to you as a poem.















