Idiot + Keyboard + Boredom = infinate stupidity
I didn't really smile today. I was back to my anti-social little self, back to my cold skin and my tinted red eyes, it was sunny and I felt my skin burn: I liked it. The students that were wandering the in hallways disgusted me, aside from them today was lovely.
There is only about 1 month left of school before the exams begin. It really hasn't felt like a year (well 10 months). It seems every year closer to my graduation it passes by more quickly than the last. I have such a bad feeling it's incredable. The last time I wrote about a bad feeling I had it turned out to be that my aunt had breast cancer. Everything is fine now, she had a surgery and the cancer did not spread so that's a good thing. If she had found out later it would have spread.
Our graduation is going to be the best. Our graduating class migh go down to New York for broadway and all the glam stuff high class New York is known for. It would be fun,if not, we'd make it fun. Grad will rock.
I find it funny how all the girls are talking about their poofy dresses and shoes, hair-do's and rides. Pfft. I think it's a little too soon for all the details and you never know if you'll pass or not, you could fail french and have to go to adult ed to get your diploma. Wouldn't that be a shame?
Here, I was bored. I'm not good at poetry or anything like that so don't be surprised. I find it too choppy and honestly I don't really like, but it is mine and would appreciate it if no one took credit for it. Ra, enough excuses, here:
The Lost Sonata
Watching someone I cannot see,
Craving something that can never be.
I lie here alone and you don’t care
I Strain my eyes to see you there
I'm all alone.
I am feeble-minded:
Feverishly yours
Men gravel at my feet,
But I desire to be yours
I abide by your rules,
Wait for your call
I receive no respect
You treat me like your child-like doll.
I am not your puppet
I'm nothing at all
Don't try and play my strings again.
I've cut them loose from you.
I am not longer your Sonata to be played.
I take my pills and dream of you
As I trek into a peaceful and dark abyss
Hoping one day you shall find your love
And I shall not interfere.
My dreams are lost
Trudging though forgotten streets that are my halls
In a zombie daze
A lost love forever yours
Watching someone whom they can never see,
Craving the long lost love that could never be.