Sitting here, tracing my fingers around
Sdf, jkl, drumming lightly without pressing,
My mind rants as freely as in my sleep.
It yells at the one that I
Don’t want to waste the effort caring about,
Pleads with the one I will care about eternally,
Prays to the One who forever cares for me.
It dies of silence before the ones who forgot to care
Until it was too late and the damage was dealt,
And looks away from the one whom I could damage with care,
Waiting for me to email. It hurts for the ones who used
To care more for each other, and two girls waiting to
Care now—
To people worth caring about
And people too far away.
It goes to Kohei in Japan,
Never of the latter.
Please tell me what you think
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I think this is the most random poem I've ever seen you write! It is still awsome. I think I get some of it but other parts confuse me. Calling you now.
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