Pink Notes On A Calendar

Juvenile trash kit

Rock smashing sneakers kicks

Because being with you doesn’t make sense

Praying while confused honey yeah I’m so tense

Others I’ve seen couldn’t keep up but you can

Still you’re going and nothing stands sure

Is anything in Earth pure?


Immature eye-rolling

Disappointed while scrolling

Air in every action

She snatched up satisfaction

Breaking flowers apart

She says pretend it’s your heart

And I’ll get over this soon

Purify my heart locked in my bedroom for a while.


Oh it’s just rain, it’s just pain you know it gets cloudy, feelings stand up proudly to be humbled, plans crumble

Get stronger, go on and mumble to yourself, better than mumbling in bed with tears tumbling down hills of expectations.

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