short shorts
I think one of my biggest problems writing in this thing is that i feel i cant write in it unless its long and descriptive but maybe not anymore, maybe i should care less, maybe not all my thoughts are worth throwing away simply because they wouldnt fill up any space in my little sisters jean pocket or take up anymore time while im shaving so then fuck it here it is....
every time i think of you i get happy and then frustrated
when i think of how ugly you can be with your choice of words i think of how cute you are with your gestures
the beginning always comes to me as a memory of pure bliss with a dream i've yet to sleep on but the end sneers at me with a saddened premonition of an outcome thats all too familiar
the fence is too high and this titer-toter has yet to let me come back to the ground
should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements?
every time i think of you i get happy and then frustrated
when i think of how ugly you can be with your choice of words i think of how cute you are with your gestures
the beginning always comes to me as a memory of pure bliss with a dream i've yet to sleep on but the end sneers at me with a saddened premonition of an outcome thats all too familiar
the fence is too high and this titer-toter has yet to let me come back to the ground
should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements?