Poems from Winkle
Why look at the stars?
Because the stars are up, and I am down.
I cannot touch them, and they cannot touch me.
They are different from...
Why look at the stars?
Because the stars are up, and I am down.
I cannot touch them, and they cannot touch me.
They are different from...
The ice cream they say,
Is fascinating and sweet, like me.
Hold it from the cone, lick it this way.
“Truly majestic”.
I am confused....
It hurts.
It hurts so bad.
I want to tear my heart out and rip it to pieces.
I want to stop caring about them, please
If I knew they didn’t...
*mild trigger warning*
“Are you ok?”
Once again, it is that question you crave.
Always the same answer
The same nod
The same fake...