to top and tell a different story each way. here’s the poem.
did you read it both ways? which direction did you like best? i like reading this poem from the bottom to the top. have a great poem in your pocket day, and don’t forget to share it with a friend! to be lonely and seventeen.
there's nobody, where one was his head.
you destroyed it by your own mistake.
but you're still lonely and 17.
did we again, simply roll the dice?
my heart's too much bled.
the food on which pain feeds. 