the music in my ears is screaming
its begging me to take her hand
and go who knows where
but i got my eyes locked on the blue seat
clinging my hands to a plastic pole
as if i would miss my stop
and there's no way back.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
