
poetry
Halfway There; Livin’ on a Prayer 🎶
In which we dump our poetry upon your unsuspecting heads.

In which we dump our poetry upon your unsuspecting heads.

In which we poetically explore the fact that I’m in love with fictional boys, one of which would never work out because he’s a spoiled child.

In which we think far too hard about Journey’s questions but try to answer them anyway.

Greetings, all. Not sure whether or not you actually enjoy poetry posts, but here I am with another one. but. PLOT TWIST. AI wrote this

I somehow lost my journalbetween now and yesterday. I found somebody’s journalwhile on the train today. Someone may have read it,much to my dismay. I