I used to have a little black book
Where I wrote this crap..
Out of sync with a flow,
Devoid of a rhythmic stroll,
Breaking centripetal circles
Like those long *** commercials..
Now I just write it in thin air and
Hope for nothing.
My eyes can only see so much.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
I used to have a little black book
Where I wrote this crap..
Out of sync with a flow,
Devoid of a rhythmic stroll,
Breaking centripetal circles
Like those long *** commercials..
Now I just write it in thin air and
Hope for nothing.
My eyes can only see so much.
Except these are all old and written on something.
