(no subject)
but im postin it anyway, mofuckas!
it might seem sort of clicheed, but i dont really think it is, because i tend to use metaphors and dual meanings more than i really should. so basically no one could figure out my poems except me, but its cool bro, interpret freely.
(january 7, 2008)
And so this is the new year
And still I feel the same;
It's time for a new number
But no time for a new name.
And still I need no pills
To mend my broken soul,
For you can judge me however
But I certainly feel whole.
And we're all authors in our own form,
And none of us know;
At the end of our own chapters,
Just where our quills will go.
I'm only Megan Jakobsen
Whether running the mile
Or had already ran;
I'll be writing all the while.
in other news i have a cutie pie boyfriend and his name is rob.