...Is that a word

Jun 03, 2004 22:05

I woke up early and went to Boston with Frank and Christ. It was okay, we kind of got lost and did allot of walking. But whatever. Then I hung out with erika, Christ, and Rich. christ It was cool. I wrote this shitty little poem today….whatever. I am going to try to get this thing back to how it used to be.

Fine then
Take these skies and jus ignore them
Constantly suggesting to myself
Ways to behave in front of you
Because I don’t want to lose you
But why?
Who are you to me anyway?
Another finger flies by these familiar streets
I pretend to laugh and be happy
Why can't you just see my real side?
Why can't I just become myself?

Lets just all sit down
Free the words
I crept behind you to play silly games
Why can't I stop?
Flirtatious flavored thoughts

Fuck
Just forget it
Take your suitcase
Pack it back up
Tell me that you were the falling star just the other day
Save your screams and collect my thoughts
I won't read your mind anymore
The point is unclear to me now

I know it kind of disappointing, but I haven’t really felt that inspired lately. . My mind has been quite jittery…

2004, poetry, boston, chris shelton, rich elliot, erika, frank gadino

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