Bugs
Would you believe I wrote this while staring at an ant colony in my yard? Probably. I mean I did either way, but I’m still curious if you believe me.
oh night divined, oh night defiled
"glory" to the new born king
the fire is slowly dying, but my dear, we're not goodbyeing
let it snow, let this season be merry and light
We know they won't give us peace tomorrow
Remember how I said I’ve been writing, especially but not limited to poetry?
Well, here. I’ve been toying with this one for a minute and it finally felt like I got it locked in this morning.