and it's funny..
i've been waiting for months for our eyes to meet.
so he knows i'm okay.
and when they did tonight,
it felt like i stuck my finger in the electric socket.
i broke our gaze so quick, and turned to the boy beside me.
the boy who would always be my friend,
and i'd never want nothing more.
and i scooted closer to him.
the boy beside me was my peer, a true friend;
the boy behind the counter was.. indescribable.
and when we left, i thought,
"i hope he saw me with him.
i hope we never go back."
but it's funny..
'cause i can't quit replaying that shock.
he makes me do these kinds of things.
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this was from october 29.
i just didn't put it in until today.
maybe i'm crazy,
because i'm beginning to feel that way.
what do you title a shitty poem?
"this poem is shit."
Please tell me what you think
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It's storytime.
I like storytime.
Your shit is my treasure.
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Are you back?!
Rough around the edges, but I know what you can do.
Also, Justin quit and I don't have his number.
He's with other Amy we worked with, and I do not like her.
...times change.
Please keep posting?
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