I woke up to the scent of dog shit, cleaned three chunky piles off the floor, and a friend told me I was hour behind.
My PC wasn’t hooked to the internet, and there’s no coffee left.
But nevertheless, I’m ready.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I woke up to the scent of dog shit, cleaned three chunky piles off the floor, and a friend told me I was hour behind.
My PC wasn’t hooked to the internet, and there’s no coffee left.
But nevertheless, I’m ready.
Missing you something fierce
When your gone I’m not myself
So use to having you around
I’m lost till you come back.