The forgotten muse...
When I began writing tonight I didn't know you'd appear.
I didn't know this was going to manifest. It's not very good
as of yet. But it's something. Our Lost Season(or rather last season) is
finally being written down. I started going through old entries and emails
to see if I could feel the mood, the self inflicted sadness that surrounded us.
And I was back on the road driving you home, and our tinkerbelle nails were scorched from the sun and faded from the pools. So Just so you know...this poem's for you.
No hate, no regret. Just the "moronic beauty of youth".
I didn't know this was going to manifest. It's not very good
as of yet. But it's something. Our Lost Season(or rather last season) is
finally being written down. I started going through old entries and emails
to see if I could feel the mood, the self inflicted sadness that surrounded us.
And I was back on the road driving you home, and our tinkerbelle nails were scorched from the sun and faded from the pools. So Just so you know...this poem's for you.
No hate, no regret. Just the "moronic beauty of youth".