Today I started writing a poem for the first time in months. I'm ecstatic to finally be producing some material again. The cause for picking up my pen, however, has me on the verge of tears every time I think about it.
I hate myself for how I feel.
The song of the day is "Giving Up" by Ingrid Michaelson.
What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win
and chase you with a rolling pin?
Well, what if I do?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment