remember

“Remember when the best thing I could think of was you thinking of me? Remember when I would whisper your name until I fell asleep? Do you remember me?”

desperado

I asked to come by


She said “no, I have to feng shue my inner child’s room.”

Oh, for a simpler time

when they simply had to wash thier hair

But then, I probly would have asked

“can I come over and we can wash our hair together?”

I wish desperado meant desperate

I could call myself desperado

I’d much rather think of myself

that way.

I stood in front
of the mirror
for hours

Afraid to be alone
Afraid to be alone

do you know
that
feeling?

Prolly not.

"A friend is someone who knows the song of your soul and sings it back to you when you have forgotten the words."~~Julie Morley~~