Don’t fain interest in my life
You just don’t know me
Don’t pretend you understand strife
You can’t see threw me
I don’t care about your past
It doesn’t floor me
I have moved on
You should be gone
You never knew me
I haven’t got an interest in politics or weather. I haven’t got an interest in any of that, but I do know that my interest resides in the way the sun moves over the trees and casts shadows and brightness across their needles. I haven’t got an interest in certain things, but I do have one in beauty.
“interesting thing I may say perhaps, to my interest” – Tintin
Meowdsfsadas
My interest was slowly fading away. In school work. In relationships. In life. Life kept going but it felt like I was standing on the sidelines watching it pass, without me.
I find a lot of thing that I like. My favorites are drawing, reading, and writing. I love drawing. I love to dance and play tennis. I have been playing tennis for about 6 years now. My favorite type of art is portraits. Right now, I’m doing nanowrimo (a writing contest) with my class.
Meow
drawing, reading, writing, dance (dancing), playing tennis, listening to music
Gita
so this is what it meant
when you said that you were spent–
singing softly along in the passenger seat of my car,
the only way you address me nowadays,
stolen phrases parroted from the radio
and i am left to interpret, making left turns four times over, until we repeat our roads
(i am begging for more time, finding all the red arrows i can, i don’t ever wanna let you fade)
take my interest in you and keep it as your own, don’t give it back. I was interested in what we could be, in what I really was, what you really were, and that interest wasn’t enough for you. You wanted proof and I wanted time- show me the door.
Don’t fain interest in my life
You just don’t know me
Don’t pretend you understand strife
You can’t see threw me
I don’t care about your past
It doesn’t floor me
I have moved on
You should be gone
You never knew me
I haven’t got an interest in politics or weather. I haven’t got an interest in any of that, but I do know that my interest resides in the way the sun moves over the trees and casts shadows and brightness across their needles. I haven’t got an interest in certain things, but I do have one in beauty.
“interesting thing I may say perhaps, to my interest” – Tintin
My interest was slowly fading away. In school work. In relationships. In life. Life kept going but it felt like I was standing on the sidelines watching it pass, without me.
I find a lot of thing that I like. My favorites are drawing, reading, and writing. I love drawing. I love to dance and play tennis. I have been playing tennis for about 6 years now. My favorite type of art is portraits. Right now, I’m doing nanowrimo (a writing contest) with my class.
drawing, reading, writing, dance (dancing), playing tennis, listening to music
so this is what it meant
when you said that you were spent–
singing softly along in the passenger seat of my car,
the only way you address me nowadays,
stolen phrases parroted from the radio
and i am left to interpret, making left turns four times over, until we repeat our roads
(i am begging for more time, finding all the red arrows i can, i don’t ever wanna let you fade)
take my interest in you and keep it as your own, don’t give it back. I was interested in what we could be, in what I really was, what you really were, and that interest wasn’t enough for you. You wanted proof and I wanted time- show me the door.
i have interest to listen to people when they are speaking to me because it be with our lear