hiii i'm zephy! I'm an aspiring poet, singer, and VA! any thoughts or pieces you have for me are appreciated, anywho enjoy!
CREDS TO MEEE! (don't steal my poem) thanks to @EmilyGraceful for hosting <33 [GO CONGRATULATE HER FOR GETTING 300 FOLLOWERS] ( scroll for poem ) You've been popped like a tire. You're tired of being tired. You're always tired. You're dying in the heat. You're being messed with or maybe, that's just what /you/ want to think. You're cracking; breaking; bumping brokenly against the road. You're ripping from your core, inside to out. Bleeding internally, begging to be broken already. You wonder who will fulfill that wish. They stop on the side of the road, they find out what's up. You're replaced with a spare and just left there just like a piece of dust. It was almost as if you were forgotten. Ditched. Alone? You spend the night there. In the morning you awaken, you're in the same spot as before. Stuck in the scorching heat-- now stripped of that shiny, metal core. You're a piece of broken tread; that piece that nobody wants anymore. So one day you pick yourself up, get out of the side of the road, and find a safe place to ensure you hide where no one's been before. So you rot there. With all the other popped tires? None of you meant to get popped, It just happened. And I guess here you are again, tired.
