Books scattered all over
Pages fluttering in the wind
The thoughts they provoke all jumbled together
My room is a mess, like me
Some books are stacked precariously,
With the slightest movement they could fall
Posters of dead beat, out of date pop stars litter the walls
Clothes have been thrown carelessly
Across the bed, under the bed, beside the bed
Tissues filled with tears of past loves
Overflow the trashcan
Make-up is strewn across the dresser
Potions and pots of colors are spilling out
Leaving colorful stains on everything
All these live in a careful, chaotic harmony
That is me
This also describes my room. How did you know it looks like that? 0_o
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed it. Sounds like a bunch of clutter and artistic stuff going on. I love it.