Laundry and thinking.

I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK (Death Cab For Cutie)

 

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This song moves me so. Is it too much to ask for to love a person like this? Does it make me crazy to yearn for it?

I would like to think not. I would.

 

I wrote a poem. It is a little mean. But it is honest and it is how I feel. SO I thought I would post it.

It is about how I feel about the whole boomer situation. The phone calls. Everything.

All you are:

I am not your toy boy.

You cant play and go boy.

I am not your fool boy.

I am tired of your games boy.

This girl is no longer here boy.

Cut to the quick boy.

I can’t feel this way boy.

(not about you..Oh no)

I wont do it. No.

I wont..

Let you in my life.

Boy.

Play with my kid.

Boy.

SO just walk out the door.

Dont call me any more.

I am not your dirty little whore.

( i am not your anything)

Don’t crawl next to me.

Dont cut me to the quick

I am sick of it.

Too many girls calling me.

Too many games.

You have her you see.

Not your toy.

You insecure Boy.

Because that is all you are.

..

Hope you liked it. I thought of it while I was listening to the lost highway soundtrack and cleaning rooms. I wrote it on the back of a post it note.

Well that be all. Adios 🙂

Siarai