"I don't know why I feed on emotion, there's a stomach inside my brain."
I'll play you a song in the dead of night but I can guarantee I'll hit the wrong notes.
Lover of sad art and playing piano under the stars.
"I ain't good at shaking hands but I'm good at holding grudges"
I'm not interesting enough to fill up this much space with information about myself... sorry.
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Stories by Wyatt
Wasted Ink (completed)
Mediocre poems from a mediocre writer. I guess this is the story of my life thus far.
reached #123 in poetry...
the in-between
more crappy poetry by yours truly
Sleep When I'm Dead | One Sentence...
If I promise
To keep it short,
Will you listen
To the smoke
Spewing from my lips?
One sentence poetry from a...