one day a girl will forget to avert her eyes
to spare your tentative soul.
one day your best friend will forget to give you
back the five bucks he stole.
one day you will forget exactly what
this whole stupid thing is about.
and one day it will rain when all you want is the sun
and you'll just have to wait it out.
4 comments:
this poem is really really uber good, but is also accompanied with the feeling that perhaps part of it is about me. is it? i'd much rather know than be secretly maligned.
yeah, actually it was that part. heeeehhhhh.
This is fantastic. I know this feeling. It's just like "I'll wake up tomorrow and this will be over."
Also, you should write a poem about my goose poop cheese doodles. 1,2,3, go.
i am a big fan of this poem.
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