Apr 2017
you still get angry
when you are hungry
you waited outside class;
smiled at me as we intersected paths
we are annoyed
at a new girl in philosophy class
we are happy
when we drink on friday nights
we are happy
when we go on our car rides
i like this thing
we are happy.
when you are hungry
you waited outside class;
smiled at me as we intersected paths
we are annoyed
at a new girl in philosophy class
we are happy
when we drink on friday nights
we are happy
when we go on our car rides
i like this thing
we are happy.
this is in reference to my earlier poem, past tense. It can be found here: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1897149/past-tense/
