windows painted shut
i think a lot about sitting on the roof
under the starlight, stars bright
hot chocolate one night,
it's storytime for the moon
but my windows are painted s h u t
and it's a long way d
o
w
n
i put up glow in the dark stars on my ceiling,
i want to ease this tightness in my chest,
makeitstop makeitstop makeitstop
This poem is about:
Me