I was going to write a poem
About a guy
I used to know,
When he was just a boy
And I was just a girl
A cute boy
A nice boy
That’s as far as it got
before i was reminded,
i have a life.
And nice has never been
my thing.
2019 a time of uncertainty
Like any other. I wish it was new…
This flutter of hope I have that things will get better. But no, I’ve felt it before. I must not give into the weakness that comes with that flutter…
So I shall remain forever cynical. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.