My **** is today
I got a low score
My sweet is today
I got to wake up.
I feel like a zombie today
My mind drifting to somewhere else
Yet my body is sitting in class about earthquakes
And a teacher with a face-palming pronunciation and grammar.
"Percent..." I heard her say once.
*But it went percient instead.*
I feel like sleeping today
Not the usual snoring kind.
That one with a total blackout
where no one can wake me but me.
My sweet is today
I get to write poems again
A slam at most
Now give me the mic (1, 2, 3, 4...)
My **** was yesterday
I was watching a slam with a friend
Not live, though
And someone called me weird.
I feel like an idiot today
Walking these halls
and wasting this ink
But (I hope) Colleen Hoover doesn't mind
I borrowed her version
of **** and sweet
-090915
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
My **** is today
I got a low score
My sweet is today
I got to wake up.
I feel like a zombie today
My mind drifting to somewhere else
Yet my body is sitting in class about earthquakes
And a teacher with a face-palming pronunciation and grammar.
"Percent..." I heard her say once.
*But it went percient instead.*
I feel like sleeping today
Not the usual snoring kind.
That one with a total blackout
where no one can wake me but me.
My sweet is today
I get to write poems again
A slam at most
Now give me the mic (1, 2, 3, 4...)
My **** was yesterday
I was watching a slam with a friend
Not live, though
And someone called me weird.
I feel like an idiot today
Walking these halls
and wasting this ink
But (I hope) Colleen Hoover doesn't mind
I borrowed her version
of **** and sweet
-090915
