burnmyevening
Clover and clover and over and over and over
You and me
Please, that was only luck
In it's purest format
I wish to format my computer and mix tapes
Just to get rid of you
You love me
No, you definte me
But that's just what these golden words should even be for...
"I saw the trailer for the new movie"
"Yeah?" I said
"It looks pretty boring."
She always responses with no excitement
"It's sad that everything's become dull, I guess..."
How how typical of me.
I am currently at an intersection
College and the world ahead of me
I feel like Robert Frost, sadly
And whatever road I choose
Will not matter at all
Because everything's the same
Even if it leads to different destinations
It's slightly nilhist
But at least I'm a reaIist
Puzzled and perplexed
I understand nothing
And thus, receive nothing
In return
I await your return to my mailbox
Never will I understand why we ended
Is this what always happens?
I guess
I'll never get
This thing we label under the category
Life.
I hate ironing. There's never a point to it. Ironically, none of my clothes need ironing. Except my school clothes. Will they measure me in gold or coal. I'll never know...