You just can’t tell because WordPress hates indents.
Don’t ask these kids about their fantasies
They’ll cry and scream all night long
‘cause these kids today don’t know
How to fantasize ‘bout anything but nightmares.
But you, my sisters, my brothers:
And name those dreams you have
Because I want to know you
And know the names
The dreams you’ve dreamt have had.
I like to
I’m allowed to say pretentious shit like that
As the rest of the time
I am busy making
An ass out of myself.
It needs balancing out.