Nov 13, 2011 17:01
The tape doesn’t stick to the wall
the tape doesn’t stick to the wall
the tape doesn’t stick to the wall
The poster keeps falling, keeps falling, over and over and over again
It wakes me up from slumber
It wakes me up and I get up
I’m sick of putting it back on the wall
It just doesn’t stick
I’m sick of putting it back
But I don’t want to not put it back
I want the poster on the wall
My posters on the wall
Still I don’t put on new tape
New tape still won’t make them stick to the wall
My walls are greasy or dirty or something
The tape doesn’t stick to the wall.
I put it back up and I put it back up but the tape doesn’t stick to the wall
A/N: Well this is random. It's a poem about exactly what it sounds like: my posters falling because the tape doesn't stick properly. But it could be a metaphor for something. I don't know. I'm on a weird mood, angsty and bored. Kind of lonely but I don't want to hang out with people either.
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