Apr 06, 2009 23:23
Reflection
You were at my parties,
You were always at my parties.
And I guess you were my friend,
But I don't know, really.
You were always smiling,
It's you in every photo.
And I guess I must have liked you,
But I don't know, really.
When you forgot my birthday,
I didn't have a party.
I guess I didn't mind that,
But I don't know, really.
They still took all the photos,
But in them, I'm not smiling.
I think that I was hurting,
But I don't know, really.
Again, you're at my party,
They take the usual photos,
And I used to see you smiling,
But I don't now.
You were at my parties,
You were always at my parties,
And way back then I loved you,
But I don't now...
Really.
I actually have no idea what inspired me to write that. I guess that's what happens when you feed your brain on instant noodles, chewing gum and Coca Cola and then let it sit for a few weeks. But tell me what you think. About the poem, that is.