Just be doing shit late at night to scare the neighbors that share a wall with me. We the spirits are restless and have gotten pretty decent at anal 🤍🩷🖤🩷🤍
This was written with a group of people in mind. I showed it to one of them, and they suggested I upload it somewhere. And so, here it is. Uploaded. Can you guess the answer to this poem riddle (WITHOUT cheating and looking at the hashtags? Lol)
To find out their profession,
Some call it an art,
They come from the dark,
They are true artists by heart,
And sometimes they weigh the cons more than the pros,
They make the best shadows,
Rewriting history,
Rewiring realities,
They even take their art to photoshop,
Right before they falseify court records and official documents,
They travel in pairs, and move shadow to shadow,
This is just a highly misunderstood art,
Figure this part out,
And you'll know their true profession.
Most don't, until they're already gone.
They miss the chance for goodbye,
Never realizing that they might be missed by those they leave behind,
The family and friends they never knew could exist,
With the ones they left behind.
And they go before they even find out,
That they left a true loyal friend,
Not all of them are they, maybe one or two.
The others cant make a connection even if they had dial up modems.
not me randomly thinking about him using his rope asap that is in my favorite pink shade....just to grab my hands and tie...........when he does it i lose my sanity. he should STOP making me too needy.