I left. I'm back,
as a different person,
and a cooler cat.
Won't you come?
I mean, to sing along
with me!
I know you all despise
my poetry.
To the one person that ever read-
to this day my heart is still in dread-
and my thoughts just as thoughtless!
There's not much to be in a world
filled with coffins..
In the time we last spoke-- I mean--
my fingers with the page,
my gpa was higher- a 3.5--
and my heart was aglow.
But no- I have become what I
feared I would,
manipulative, horny, bummed
out and bitter, and
I barely noticed it.
I barely noticed it.
But thanks to coming back,
and reading through my
old catalogue--
I have found a reason
to carry on.