Breebree free theengs!

Mood: Inspired and a little bit of sadness

Enjoying: Some special herbal tea from granny!


Hi people.

First of all, fuck school. Art was 3 fucking hours and I fucking finished in an hour and a half, and I would've spent the three fucking hours absorbing my physics.

Second, Fuck physics. Because shit never is being taught in school, and we don't fucking understand. Thank you fucking Retnam. Fuck your brains.

Alright and lastly, I've got a new poetry that I'm inspired to write like half an hour ago.

I'll be calling it "Every Drop Of Misses I've Given To You"


[ Call it sickness if you would,
call it a sydrome.
Call it wasting time if you should,
because I'm not your typical brute.
Don't even call me crude,
for this is rude.
Because for every drop of misses,
I saved them all for you.

Its like a pandemic,
its like flu.
And when I give these misses to you,
I feel the blues, blues, blues.
Autumn came,
summer left,
and we were left with memories,
memories of us as friends.

Like the water and paint,
they blend.
Like a flash storm,
it'll end.
Before I could make a sound,
before I could turn around,
you're gone.
without a trace,
like the indie lable song.

Alfie (c) .2009 ]



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