Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXVII
This is actually a much longer poem, but I think I wrote it in the dark because I cannot for the life of me decipher what comes after this. Anyway, here goes. I'm not entirely sure who it's about, but if I had to wager a guess I'd say Not Trent Reznor. And um, I'm not sure why no one told me that it's not actually "writing poetry" when you're blatantly ripping off Cure lyrics.
like warm honey
Sweet nostalgia
A testament to our failure
Two hearts, rotten and dead
Dragging each other further into the deep green sea
Where we could drown
Alone or together, it's all the same
If that didn't quench your thirst for angst, here's Volume XXVI.
