
mulch
Not even dirt honestly
more like that sticky stuff between the dirt and rock under the ground
So far down I can be bothered to look for the sun anymore
I was a princess living this fantasy with a prince who could never love me
More like a tragedy
An unfortunate scene of fatalities
So I’ll stay under the ground
Where I’ll look up to dirt feelings
And pretend the sun doesn’t exist anymore
For me,
it really doesn’t