a poem. from me to you.

[pb_n_j]

I have begun to wonder,
Can you see it in my eyes?
Can you see the scars that go deep down
From all the years of lies?

And when you look at only me
Is it possible to know
That every scripted blink is
just my well-rehearsed show?

Or do you look straight past
and just believe that I'm the same
As the ones who's hearts are still intacted
the ones without the

Comments

[chipleduff]

Wow. That's a very intense poem.

[dougalasontte]

i think someone needs a tickle!

[josh_wah]

to mee?!

[useless_drunk]

yeah i agree with the whole intense deal... i read it fast and then i thought about it and i'm like.. whoa.

[conformitystool]

Last night I was getting myself some orange juice and when I drank it I noticed some pulp. I don't mind pulp actually. But when I read the juice box thing, it said "Lots of pulp." So I was disappointed because I didn't shake it so I only got a little pulp. So later on this morning I got myself some orange juice and I remembered to shake well. I got a bit too much pulp honestly.

[conformitystool]

Oh, I hope that didn't waste 15 seconds of your life.

[pb_n_j]

honestly..it didnt.

it was possibly the least wasted amount of time ive ever spent reading a comment.

oh. and ps.

my orange juice always says "no pulp". me and pulp have never gotten on very well. one time, when danielle came over, she drank some orange juice with pulp in it...then 30 minutes later realized it was moldy. yea. me and pulp just dont mix.

sorry about your bad orange juice experience.

better luck next pulp.

:-D