Poems and cars.
Went to the college again today.
Nobody was there to help me.
I found a poem that I wrote back when Brandon and I broke up. It's nothing special, but eh.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a wasted breath.
A wasted tear,
an unwanted death.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a broken trust,
a damaged wing,
a case of lust.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a tumor on the heart,
an unsung song,
a letter, torn apart.
Looks like I never finished it.
In other news, we finally moved Nelly out of the driveway. (My mom's 99' Hyundai Sonata which has been sitting there for years because the transmission blew.) It was kind of sad to see it go away on the flatbed. Oh well.
Nobody was there to help me.
I found a poem that I wrote back when Brandon and I broke up. It's nothing special, but eh.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a wasted breath.
A wasted tear,
an unwanted death.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a broken trust,
a damaged wing,
a case of lust.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're a tumor on the heart,
an unsung song,
a letter, torn apart.
Looks like I never finished it.
In other news, we finally moved Nelly out of the driveway. (My mom's 99' Hyundai Sonata which has been sitting there for years because the transmission blew.) It was kind of sad to see it go away on the flatbed. Oh well.