Everybody I know has lost their minds, and some days I wish I was crazy too.
Then I could get some sleep.
This way I could keep looking around for X to jump, trying to catch Y before he picks up the one night stand for the second time, and imagining Z cutting his wrist, A,B,C & D all running down 42nd street . . . . .
Everybody I know is recovering form some affair
They are wishing for mister right, looking for miss true, and I can't get any rest
I am so tired and nerve worn.
When the antelopes and gazelles peeped through my window I had to invite them in.
The conversations I was having weren't important to exclude the animals of note.
I did bite my tongue at the mentioning of Jean Harlow and Freddie Washington
My friends are just ridiculous, though I have not changed my associations.
I just talk about fantasy and my dreams running wild in the real world rather then in our own fade
Just please, no one say:
"And this is your life no matter how you will try to change it. Your life is unchangeable."
To then I will reply that my dreams will let me change my life how I please.
So no one try to change themselves when those around are the ones who do.
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My Poem Book
PoesíaA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
