Near 90 degrees outside today.
I did go out there once, maybe twice.
I'm wearing a sweatshirt (with the hood up)
and some basketball shorts
('cause it is near 90 degrees out today).
Lingering stares and strange faces
burn holes in the side of it.
"Whats with the hoodie?" she said.
I grinned the utmost, forged,
forced pirate-smile, i had faked,
in the longest of long whiles.
I pivoted to hide my tears.
"Its nearly 90 degrees outside,"
she is saying.
...little does she know...
inside this hood-
its raining.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
Near 90 degrees outside today.
I did go out there once, maybe twice.
I'm wearing a sweatshirt (with the hood up)
and some basketball shorts
('cause it is near 90 degrees out today).
Lingering stares and strange faces
burn holes in the side of it.
"Whats with the hoodie?" she said.
I grinned the utmost, forged,
forced pirate-smile, i had faked,
in the longest of long whiles.
I pivoted to hide my tears.
"Its nearly 90 degrees outside,"
she is saying.
...little does she know...
inside this hood-
its raining.
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