You asked me the other day to make you album and I did
I hope you like it
Since I have so much stuff of you it only makes sense to
Plus it helps find specifics faster too I guess
It started great
I made the album and started going through all your stuff at the beginning where I met you
But after a while more things showed up
Of more people
More memories
More pain and sadness and loathing
Some from you too
You broke your promise but I kept going
I saw only videos of us and the rest them
Those days were nice
Fun too if I must say
I miss them, those simple days
Super jumpy and laughing and comfortable
But if I could choose
I would erase all of this
My favorite year was seventh grade
That was fun
Best year
But I help but think what would've happened if you kept your promise from freshman year
You had a line of people waiting
And I was next
But this was different
We said so ourselves
I wonder what could've happened and what would've arose
That one day in sophomore keeps coming up
I was so worried and scared and nervous because you had acting weird and on that corner of the street that I pass every time we all go there, I remember.
And the feeling I get? I can't identify except with confusion.
What were you think? What were you planning? What were you trying to by ducking my head up like that.
You broke your promise
That's it's
Done
Teminado
Finito
But I'm trying
Because I owe that to you
I'm sorry I left
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
