Let's Get Retarted
So today was boring, as usual. Two more days left of summer school, then a month off, then back to the Traz for the last time. Can't believe it's happening so damn fast!!
Uhhh let's see, when I got home last night I took a nap, then talked to Verdi, then ate, then went back to sleep. The choir concert was on, and I watched that. It was the night my mom made me walk to school and I had to sing my solo w/ really shitty-looking hair. Yay. But it sounded good, so I don't give a fuck anymore :D!!
Hmm what else do I have to say? Not much, here's a poem about... someone.
I feel every word you've ever said
as your fingertips comb through my long, black hair.
My lips define anticipation
as I wait patiently for the brushing
to become a kiss.
Now tears pollute my eyes
as you inform me of the truth,
and I know that this will never come to life.
Integrity won't let me hold this disappointment,
so I let the sadness fall down from my eyes,
closing them out of anger and shame.
In that moment I feel your lips upon mine,
and suddenly I'm not so angry with you...
I know it's nothing publish-able... it's just how I feel. I hope you like it.
~Lia
*I don't see why he moves me/he's a man/he's just a man/And I've had so many men before/in very many ways/he's just one more*
Uhhh let's see, when I got home last night I took a nap, then talked to Verdi, then ate, then went back to sleep. The choir concert was on, and I watched that. It was the night my mom made me walk to school and I had to sing my solo w/ really shitty-looking hair. Yay. But it sounded good, so I don't give a fuck anymore :D!!
Hmm what else do I have to say? Not much, here's a poem about... someone.
I feel every word you've ever said
as your fingertips comb through my long, black hair.
My lips define anticipation
as I wait patiently for the brushing
to become a kiss.
Now tears pollute my eyes
as you inform me of the truth,
and I know that this will never come to life.
Integrity won't let me hold this disappointment,
so I let the sadness fall down from my eyes,
closing them out of anger and shame.
In that moment I feel your lips upon mine,
and suddenly I'm not so angry with you...
I know it's nothing publish-able... it's just how I feel. I hope you like it.
~Lia
*I don't see why he moves me/he's a man/he's just a man/And I've had so many men before/in very many ways/he's just one more*