Who the **** wants to hear
another sob story of a girl all alone,
bored with her thoughts or the
agony of being home?
How the light of the sun casts
out all her faults, or simply
pretending that long, hot
June days are soon to be lost.
Summer is choking in more
ways than one, forcing relations
with those whom you'd rather
be done.
Lost friends we call them, those
from your past. But truth be told,
everyone knew we'd never last.
**** foundations split sooner
than hoped, but what was lost
to her then was more than just most...
Most of what she clung to from
days of old, where the glory of
embroidered polos signified gold.
But here, two years later from the
grim summer of '12, she closes old
books and shoves them back to their shelves.
Banished are the memories of these
days from the past, and cut are the ties from "friends" who'd never last.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Who the **** wants to hear
another sob story of a girl all alone,
bored with her thoughts or the
agony of being home?
How the light of the sun casts
out all her faults, or simply
pretending that long, hot
June days are soon to be lost.
Summer is choking in more
ways than one, forcing relations
with those whom you'd rather
be done.
Lost friends we call them, those
from your past. But truth be told,
everyone knew we'd never last.
**** foundations split sooner
than hoped, but what was lost
to her then was more than just most...
Most of what she clung to from
days of old, where the glory of
embroidered polos signified gold.
But here, two years later from the
grim summer of '12, she closes old
books and shoves them back to their shelves.
Banished are the memories of these
days from the past, and cut are the ties from "friends" who'd never last.
Old memories creeping in as familiar faces pass me by while home.
