I'm not really sure how I even come up with my poems. I wrote this one while sitting pretzeled on my couch in my room, looking out the window and thinking about nothing in particular. The sky was trying to decide if it was blue or purple, and that slowly bruising color made me thoughtful.
Words started to pull my pen down onto paper.
But those moments are one in a hundred- most of the time my head's under a pillow, with me groaning that I should have been an accountant. The struggle, guys.
You can get my poems in one spot in my ebook, Ugly People Beautiful Hearts. To learn more, read about it here, or if you want more poems, visit the sneak peaks here.
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