Poems from layla_
Denial is the first stage of grief
So here I am, mourning myself on a Tuesday afternoon
The fan above me spins round and round and round...
i hear you speaking
but it doesn’t quite click
in one ear, a garbled mess out the other
i see your expression
but it doesn’t change my...
if (when) my school goes on lockdown, i want to be prepared
because today we had a false alarm
and all i could do was sit and stare at the...
My flowers aren’t dead
Though their petals are wilted
And what used to be pinks and yellows and blues is now grays and blacks and browns...
The opening credits have begun to roll
So I, as the star of the show, must be ready to perform
The studio’s main concern is my appearance ...