And here are the words I write, and no one will ever understand them:
A poem by Me; No title.
Delicacies at my fingertips, meaningless
and I'm meaning less.
I do what I have to to keep memories alive.
Re-enact them over again.
Pack them in ice and hope they survive...
Pressure me to leave, Then I'm gone forever.
Walking somewhere miserable with a song in my head.
If it's me that you or the memories you wish to sever,
please do it quick so that I can' t feel it.
Oh you're so callous, you'd never understand,
even if I played these memories, over and over again.
hmmm--idk. I just wrote that one outside. It's pretty okay I guess. not the best thing I've ever written, but I don't care.
heh...welll I'm prob. not gonna update until like Friday-ish.
I have off tomorrow, don't know what I'm doing. Then work again on Wednesday, then Thursday movies and dinner with Chad(teehee) .heh yeah he asked me to go. :) Then Friday work AGAIN. and sat and sun nights, I have off...so w/e w/e///
I love you.,
me- |