to each her very own
so im bored, bored, bored... im just thinking, i hate being bored. all i do is think about randomness. i hate it...
i often wonder what you think of me;
what you thought of me that night, and
what you thought the next morning,
when you woke up late and got
ready for school, or ready
for other mundane things. it's
so strange to have a friendship
start and end
on the same night, as our did.
shame, we never talk;
it could have been grand.
that first night you slept
so close to me...
no, come to think of it
we didn't sleep.
we just talked forever, like the
old friends we were never going to be.
i wish you all the happiness in the world,
i just wish you could do the same for me.