Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)

Odd

I'm odd.

You know, weird.

Not right.

I was born in a different century, but at the same time not.

I am completely vintage but at the same time, modern.

I am retro to the point of pain but with technology it's the same.

I love old music

I love New music (well... usually)

I love clothes from forever ago

But couldnt live without the clothes I have now

Don't get me started on technology

I watch movies that are forty years old and black and white

I use words people haven't heard in a long time

I talk and act in a way that is completely my own

There 's no definition for me

I am not old School

I am not modern

I was not just a girl

I was so much more.

But you'll never know ;)

I'm leaving

But please

Remember that about me.

I want to be remembered for my weirdness,

Of all things

My randomness, my crazy

I want to be remembered for who I was

Not what I became

There was nothing good about the girl I became

Nothing bright or shiny

Nothing,no silver lining

So I'll see you alright?