Poems from abbyvnhs

drip, drip, drip. it shouts from across the room. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. wrenched down...
jumping on the bandwagon with the Promises that have been given. worry condenses and tries to pulse through. the bustling street, blurred...