poetry
Yes
Very very neat..
As I’ve committed a crime with the I pad kid
Words with knives shall seek
Ghosted my pan
Toes covered in sand
Ten year old seeking
Rabbit kun just peeking
Don’t look at his creator board
It’s much scarier that his silver sword
Moth hides under hir bed
Not trying to steal bread
I poet my words
So they don’t sound like a joke
Are you still reading
How are you awoke?
I’m boring as fuck
Wrongs don’t make rights
Some of my previous actions
Could’ve started a fight..
I say the truth no lie
Now I sigh
I can’t find my pan
Now I’m fucking sad
Cry ash didn’t text me
I am now a sad smol bean
Can I have a cookie
Moth wants it please 😞