Jul 26, 2005 21:29
oh man...i was full of some quality lines today...damn now that im actually sitting down to write i gotnothin...i had so much shit just poppin into my head too...damn iot...well give me a minute to sit here and think i might come up with something...(thought processing)...
late
hate
debat
mitigate
associate
rate
fait
gate
bait
mate
slate
salad
one word doesnt belong
its not salad
this isnt a song
but i can call it a ballad
lacking reason rhyme
no specific time
a nonsensical rant brought on by boredom
back to the ballad
itswithout music as well
i had notes in my head
but then they just fell
fel to the floor
like camila walking out the door
wait it wasnt a door
she hung up the phone
then a friend of three years made me feel
assanine...alone
like before
like after
more lines
are left in this bastard
i loved her
i hated her
i used to sit and talk all day with her
brought a pipe to my lips
then i watched her hips
hang up the phone