goodbye.
it was good, tonight, to know you as a friend
and i've set up a rhyme but i can't use "end."
that seems too harsh, too real to be true,
but now i feel like i know you, i really do.
maybe it was the beer,
but i hope that you know that i hope you do well,
i hope you succeed and i hope you will smile
to know that i look up and see you every once in a while.
i also hope that you forgive me, this poem is lame.
1 comment:
eww beer
that poem was nice. your non-angst stuff is nice. (which is not to say your angst stuff is not nice. um. but i don't think nice is a good way to describe angst. i'm on drugz, give me a break ): )
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