i guess it's ok with me that i don't have friends.
my legs turn into jello.
my heart beats faster.
and my awkwardness could probably be felt
by Obama when he's taking a nap.
i swear
if i was a turtle,
i would own that **** and be antisocial
cause i'd have this awesome shell.
i don't know. i guess i can just write poems all day
and wait for that one special person
that finds interest
in my incredibly boring life.
but until then,
i'm just waiting.
-k.m.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
i guess it's ok with me that i don't have friends.
my legs turn into jello.
my heart beats faster.
and my awkwardness could probably be felt
by Obama when he's taking a nap.
i swear
if i was a turtle,
i would own that **** and be antisocial
cause i'd have this awesome shell.
i don't know. i guess i can just write poems all day
and wait for that one special person
that finds interest
in my incredibly boring life.
but until then,
i'm just waiting.
-k.m.
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