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︎︎︎ Jack Ludkey
︎ Jan 23, 2024
I'm starting to worry that the leather might be ruined
And out the window: a poor pitiful plant
That thought it would be summer forever
I'm starting to worry,
that my favorite burden doesn’t want be a burden anymore
And the tree growing on my ceiling is beginning to rot
The bark nailed to the wall is splitting down the middle
I’m starting to worry,
That all the books i wove into your ear
were wasted witticisms
I’m starting to worry
That I can’t sleep through the storm
And The dirt has been infested with some worm or might
I'm starting to worry,
That I want you forever
Even if it means you’ll never get better
And out the window: a poor pitiful plant
That thought it would be summer forever
I'm starting to worry,
that my favorite burden doesn’t want be a burden anymore
And the tree growing on my ceiling is beginning to rot
The bark nailed to the wall is splitting down the middle
I’m starting to worry,
That all the books i wove into your ear
were wasted witticisms
I’m starting to worry
That I can’t sleep through the storm
And The dirt has been infested with some worm or might
I'm starting to worry,
That I want you forever
Even if it means you’ll never get better
Jack Ludkey is a writer, sensitive soul, and B-roll enthusiast.