Entry # 4

the piano dances like a sweet soft tango
harsh in its own ways and even in its lows

I stare at the blank of a screen and find nothing
words scrolling up with imagination and nothing still
because I feel that all I am is nothing to anyone at all

even if I know that its not true
I cant help when I feel a little blue
like the color of her hair I drew

sometimes I look out the windshield and see a girl
I can never ever see her face but I know if I did she would sneer
which makes me smile I guess
it makes me want to walk by her car and just give her a peer
but then Id be late coming home and it would accomplish nothing

I used to talk to her love
friendly and with no intention to hurt
he didnt do anything wrong I guess
but I don't anymore and thats okay

Im not making much sense am I?

I'm tired lately.

Weary if you will.

______ comes to mind and I grin like a school girl.
I suppose it's nothing too bad,
Because I know that even with being tired
She brings me back to life.

"Even though I am sick, no one will ever understand that I like it hot against my wrists..."

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