Hey everybody!
Um...I was like digging around in like my like old notebook that I started like writing in a few years ago an um...like I found this...
The Forecast in My Room
I've long awaited winter's cold.
Since the last time I took off my sweater.
(warmth shed for heat)
Now,
It's back and all it does
Is remind me of all the snow I've missed
elsewhere.
It's been a while since I've tasted snow.
Or smiled like I have with it here.
I'm starting to lose faith in the season(s).
Do they change?
Can I handle it?
How would I know?
My bed has become too comfortable.
This pen like a staple in the bone of my hand....
(It hurts..)
The mirror reflects someone I don't know...
But wow...
he sure looks familiar.
And,
pictures stuck in corners
of my room
think it funny that I'll never be there again.
(like that)
I should've hung them better.
A year and half brings on more change than you'd think...
Especially at this age.
(How would I know.)
Especially.
I'm staring into dark where
There used to be a sense of light.
And,
I don't have to see it...
I just wanna feel it warm my eyes...
I know I'm going to miss this.
Well, that's it.
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Hey!
Not sure what's up with all the like's or the reference to the Beastie Boys, but the poem was fanstastic. For some reason I really related to it, like a lot. A lot of my older stuff sounds remarkably just like that, so I guess that was what made it easy to related to. I really liked the part about the mirror, and being so different, but at the same time feeling familiar. I loved it, absolutely loved it. And you. Tata!
I like, loved the beep. it was like, so funny that you would like, put it in there like that.
i loved the poem too. lol
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