I really want to be as cool as you
But I only have one tattoo
well two.
They're black, I'm brown but my jeans are blue...
You like them where the sun shines
and some places it won't.
I've stopped giving you signs.
I know. Anxiety daunt.
Birds sing while my face is buried in books;
Your stumbling up and down stairs and tumbling in your mind.
There is a disagreement but I know how good looks.
Inclined to be entwined where one may find the truth of mankind.
At least I want to be in there
But I am terrible with conversation.
You can see something is wrong with me.
I speak nervously in dilation.
My words are better read than said which is I write poetry.
It would be worst than the first rejection
So I'll admire you from afar.
Just an unspoken affection
to prevent the collision of worlds bizarre.
P.s This was supposed to come with a cookie but I ate it... I'm really sorry about that.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
I really want to be as cool as you
But I only have one tattoo
well two.
They're black, I'm brown but my jeans are blue...
You like them where the sun shines
and some places it won't.
I've stopped giving you signs.
I know. Anxiety daunt.
Birds sing while my face is buried in books;
Your stumbling up and down stairs and tumbling in your mind.
There is a disagreement but I know how good looks.
Inclined to be entwined where one may find the truth of mankind.
At least I want to be in there
But I am terrible with conversation.
You can see something is wrong with me.
I speak nervously in dilation.
My words are better read than said which is I write poetry.
It would be worst than the first rejection
So I'll admire you from afar.
Just an unspoken affection
to prevent the collision of worlds bizarre.
P.s This was supposed to come with a cookie but I ate it... I'm really sorry about that.
WBC day 3. Hint Hint. Wink Wink. Ahh forget it, shes probably not gonna read this.
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