my toes wont stop itching!
'i cant even remember you having a girlfriend'
'i know how sad is that?'
'aw its not too sad, can you ever remember me having a boyfriend?'
'yes you have! there was that one boy..'"
'you mean the one boy no one knew about until you told haley who then called, incensed(this is really a bad word to use here considering it could mean something along the lines of aromatic perfume and incense burning or inraged. yes i meant the latter.) that i was 'ditching' her for a boy and not in corpus?'
'oh yeah.. i did that...'
'yes. and that hardly counts. i mean do we really count 'alyssa's bored and pointlessly harboring attention for the sake of entertainment' a relationship?'
'wow. that was horrible. and so true.'
i'm still annoyed that my phone deleted my address book, and that i dont have all my numbers.
sometimes i wonder when i'll be satisfied
(a moment here to say that out of everything i own
i am rather satisfied with freedom, she's vice infected but somehowdivine.)
i'd like to know where i'll live next
i wish i could configure my summer
and know i would manage somewhere south working
and enduring every phone conversation with haley
where i'll learn about every missed excursion
and pine painfully for my other half.
if i wasn't so animal enamored
i'd put in a vote for a city change
though i'll never get over the story book allure
of rolling green hills and fire-red infused foliage
overtaken on a fleet footed, fiery mare
i used to loose myself to whimsical fabrications
there was wonder in idle mornings of fantasy
somewhere in highschool i shirked imagination for
my life.
i now endevour to maintain experiences equal to previous fantiful asperations
playing out my silly larks
and though the main events catch chapter titles
theres something in the normality that enthralls me
it's why every night i'm dying to call you
to tell you just how amazing
nothing was.
'i know how sad is that?'
'aw its not too sad, can you ever remember me having a boyfriend?'
'yes you have! there was that one boy..'"
'you mean the one boy no one knew about until you told haley who then called, incensed(this is really a bad word to use here considering it could mean something along the lines of aromatic perfume and incense burning or inraged. yes i meant the latter.) that i was 'ditching' her for a boy and not in corpus?'
'oh yeah.. i did that...'
'yes. and that hardly counts. i mean do we really count 'alyssa's bored and pointlessly harboring attention for the sake of entertainment' a relationship?'
'wow. that was horrible. and so true.'
i'm still annoyed that my phone deleted my address book, and that i dont have all my numbers.
sometimes i wonder when i'll be satisfied
(a moment here to say that out of everything i own
i am rather satisfied with freedom, she's vice infected but somehowdivine.)
i'd like to know where i'll live next
i wish i could configure my summer
and know i would manage somewhere south working
and enduring every phone conversation with haley
where i'll learn about every missed excursion
and pine painfully for my other half.
if i wasn't so animal enamored
i'd put in a vote for a city change
though i'll never get over the story book allure
of rolling green hills and fire-red infused foliage
overtaken on a fleet footed, fiery mare
i used to loose myself to whimsical fabrications
there was wonder in idle mornings of fantasy
somewhere in highschool i shirked imagination for
my life.
i now endevour to maintain experiences equal to previous fantiful asperations
playing out my silly larks
and though the main events catch chapter titles
theres something in the normality that enthralls me
it's why every night i'm dying to call you
to tell you just how amazing
nothing was.