first class mail to heaven
sitting around the house
smoking my cigarettes
thinking of you is all i can do
i cant wait another day
its hard to go on
come back where you belong
a beat up sign with our names all engraved
i hang upon my wall
your framed photograph on my desk
your memories i hold true
but waiting to see you is so hard to do
its hard to go on
so come back where you belong
if you wait for me i will fill you in
how tina got pregnant and kay-tee got saved
how hedi hated me, and your sister's breakdown
and how we all just drifted apart
so its still hard to go on
but stay where you belong
not sure what provoked me to finish this poem, i wrote it when i was 17! maybe i felt like it had to be done i dunno. i miss jesse alot, and every year about this time, it all comes out...lol...i miss all of my friends at that. my best friend especially..i think she's mad at me though, im afraid to call her. isnt that terrible..i dunno i woke up this morning feeling so aweful. i have no energy, no ambition...im like a fucking zombie...i never used to be like this wtf?? today is gonna be a shitty day today, i can see it now. company is coming later so i got some cleaning to do, not much though thank god. i should have brandi take out the trash, i hate doing it. my parents think im a millionaire and can come and visit them everyday...i have a quarter of a tank of gas in my car, and they want to me to see them. theyre ridiculas i swear...well anyways...i should do something productive...
smoking my cigarettes
thinking of you is all i can do
i cant wait another day
its hard to go on
come back where you belong
a beat up sign with our names all engraved
i hang upon my wall
your framed photograph on my desk
your memories i hold true
but waiting to see you is so hard to do
its hard to go on
so come back where you belong
if you wait for me i will fill you in
how tina got pregnant and kay-tee got saved
how hedi hated me, and your sister's breakdown
and how we all just drifted apart
so its still hard to go on
but stay where you belong
not sure what provoked me to finish this poem, i wrote it when i was 17! maybe i felt like it had to be done i dunno. i miss jesse alot, and every year about this time, it all comes out...lol...i miss all of my friends at that. my best friend especially..i think she's mad at me though, im afraid to call her. isnt that terrible..i dunno i woke up this morning feeling so aweful. i have no energy, no ambition...im like a fucking zombie...i never used to be like this wtf?? today is gonna be a shitty day today, i can see it now. company is coming later so i got some cleaning to do, not much though thank god. i should have brandi take out the trash, i hate doing it. my parents think im a millionaire and can come and visit them everyday...i have a quarter of a tank of gas in my car, and they want to me to see them. theyre ridiculas i swear...well anyways...i should do something productive...