three’s a crowd
four’s a square
ignorance is bliss
it’s not really there
so this isn’t happening
hiding behind your poker face
too cutoff to cry uncle
need to take a break
take a breather
let
the
chips
fall
where
they
may
don’t look down
the ground’s too far away
no, what am i thinking
you won’t listen
you never listen
never
no boundaries
you have no boundaries
last straw
last laugh
last to the finish line
nevermind, it’s getting late
you’re under the weather
it’s over your head
game over
back to bed
It's funny that you say that
It's funny that you say that the poem doesn't have much meaning to you, because it is sooo relatable to me, haha. I really like it :)
:)
That's so awesome! I'm glad you like it! :D