I just wanna bring you down so badly...
Well I trip over everything you say.
I was getting ready for work this morning when I found a two page long poem on the counter, along with a bunch of my mom's papers. She had apparently brought it up from her room with some other stuff. I read it through a couple times, and then looked for a title and writer name. There was neither. It really frustrated me because I vaguely remembered the poem, and I really wanted to know who it was by and why I knew it. I figured it had been from some book I had when I was younger of poetry for kids or something, I had a lot of those. I read it through one more time, it was about the night, and realized that it was a poem I had written in middle school.
I forget most of the things that I write, but it's still such a weird feeling when it happens. I like the poem better than most of the things I've written recently. It's simple, but clever. I don't know. Finding it makes me wonder what other stuff is laying around my house, forgotten. I lost a notebook about two years ago that was filled with poems I had written from elementary school until high school. I hope I find it while cleaning my room some day. I probably never will.
I feel like writing letters. Not really sending them, just writing them. Like that line from the Moody Blues song that goes Letters I've written never meaning to send. "Nights in White Satin". No laughing, Rachel. But I want to write letters, honest letters, that just say whatever I'm thinking. I just want to get it all out there, on a page. I'm sorry that I'm being so...you know. Emo?
So in honor of that...because it's stuck in my head, allow me to finish the started thought.
I just wanna bring you down so badly
In the worst way.
I was getting ready for work this morning when I found a two page long poem on the counter, along with a bunch of my mom's papers. She had apparently brought it up from her room with some other stuff. I read it through a couple times, and then looked for a title and writer name. There was neither. It really frustrated me because I vaguely remembered the poem, and I really wanted to know who it was by and why I knew it. I figured it had been from some book I had when I was younger of poetry for kids or something, I had a lot of those. I read it through one more time, it was about the night, and realized that it was a poem I had written in middle school.
I forget most of the things that I write, but it's still such a weird feeling when it happens. I like the poem better than most of the things I've written recently. It's simple, but clever. I don't know. Finding it makes me wonder what other stuff is laying around my house, forgotten. I lost a notebook about two years ago that was filled with poems I had written from elementary school until high school. I hope I find it while cleaning my room some day. I probably never will.
I feel like writing letters. Not really sending them, just writing them. Like that line from the Moody Blues song that goes Letters I've written never meaning to send. "Nights in White Satin". No laughing, Rachel. But I want to write letters, honest letters, that just say whatever I'm thinking. I just want to get it all out there, on a page. I'm sorry that I'm being so...you know. Emo?
So in honor of that...because it's stuck in my head, allow me to finish the started thought.
I just wanna bring you down so badly
In the worst way.