Aug 2013
****** mind
stranger-friends
Not sure what to say to them
Don’t **** up
Mind your manners
First time hurts, but it gets better
Friends are warm
love, then peace
say thanks and move on quietly
My edge had finally been bent
Still innocent but not insane
She thought it was spice
I thought it was a card game
stranger-friends
Not sure what to say to them
Don’t **** up
Mind your manners
First time hurts, but it gets better
Friends are warm
love, then peace
say thanks and move on quietly
My edge had finally been bent
Still innocent but not insane
She thought it was spice
I thought it was a card game
okay i sorta built this around the title, and i don't think i like it all that much. I just like the meter of the last two lines. It sounds like the end to something, but not this poem
